Page 65 of At the Edge of Surrender

The ties of a black bathing suit peeked out from under the tank, coming up to wrap around her delicate neck.

That heavy fall of thick blonde hair rained around her, caressing her bare, slender shoulders.

Face void of makeup. Her style simple and unpretentious.

Though there wasn’t a single thing about her that was plain.

This stunning vision that stole the breath from my lungs, something about her so compelling it somehow felt like I was looking at a piece of myself.

Like I was supposed to know her in every way that mattered.

Like she could so easily possess all the places I couldn’t let her.

She shifted like she could feel the intensity of my gaze devouring her, like she could sense the outright hunger that lit inside me, even though I’d already berated myself a thousand times that my thoughts couldn’t go there.

It was jacked, wanting her the way I did after finding out our connection.

It appeared telling myself that didn’t sway a damned thing.

Because my cock kicked, need slicking like an oil spill through my bloodstream.

For a second, we were frozen, stares locked and fiery.

There was no doubt in my mind that her thoughts were right back to the same place as mine. On what’d gone down between us on Friday night.

The lust that neither of us had come close to sating.

Emery blinked a bunch of times, then moved forward to take Maci’s hand. Her eyes were still pinned on me when she whispered, “We won’t be going in too deep, so I can go like this.”

“What? We gotta go really deep if we’re gonna swim all the way to Australia.”

My focus dipped to Maci, and a low laugh rippled out. “Australia?”

“They got really pretty fishes there, and Ifinkdolphins, too.”

“Well, I don’t think we’re going to make it all the way to Australia today, but I’m betting we can still have a little fun,” I told her.

“That’s right ’cause that’s my specialty.”

Exaggerating a gasp, I touched my chest. “Well, it seems we are a perfect match because it’s kind of my specialty, too.”

Maci giggled like mad while Emery mumbled, “Yeah, I bet it’s your specialty.”

It was nothing but a sarcastic indictment.

And I didn’t know what came over me. Why I couldn’t help myself. But I eased toward her, getting slammed by her aura, that morning glory scent.

Her body nothing but buzzing electricity as I leaned down close to mutter near her ear. “Oh, the fun I could show you, gorgeous.”

Fuck.

Talk about crossing a line.

But there was nothing I wanted more than to bust through it right then.

Obliterate it.

Emery startled, no time to respond or reprimand before I turned and took Maci’s hand.

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