Page 49 of Take Hold of Me

He chuckles. “You have a one-track mind.”

“Only when it comes to you,” I retort.

He places his finger in his mouth. “Damn, Ems, I want to taste you and not just lick you off my fingers.”

My nipples pebble at those words. Can this man be any more outrageous? I grab his hand, bring his finger to my lips and suck. He removes it from my lips with a pop and swirls it over my protruding nipple, causing my hips to rock.

“Now we’re both in a sorry state.”

“I know how to make you feel better.”

He redoes his fly and belt and then swings his legs off the side of the hammock, which brings me to a sitting position next to him. Four feet touch the sand and he stands first, then assists me up. The Beersbee group still does not notice us, so we pick up our sandals and start the trek back to my suite.

“There’s a side entrance. We can get up to your room without cutting through the lobby. I scoped it out when we arrived.”

“Of course you did. You always take such good care of me.” I wink.

He reaches for my hand and intertwines our fingers. With long strides we cross the beach and stop before an unmarked door. After putting our sandals back on, he pulls a keycard out of his back pocket and leads us into a dimly-lit stairwell.

“Are you up for taking the stairs, Ems?”

“Oui. The top floor is only five flights up.”

“Then by all means, after you.” He holds his arm out for me to precede him.

“Such a gentleman,” I say, and start the climb. My shortness of breath has nothing at all to do with the physical exertion needed to reach my suite.

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