Page 10 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

Her lips, swollen from his kiss, glistened under the moon. “What about the other fishing pole?”

“Forget it.” Nash took her hand and tugged her down the walkway to the cabin. He hadn’t felt this alive in so long. He stepped down into the small space, turning back to her. Bella’s chest rose and fell almost as rapidly as his. Heart drumming in his chest, he checked one more time with her. “You sure you want this?”

Her heated gaze never wavered from his. “It’s the only thing I’m sure about right now.”

His self-control snapped. His lips crashed against hers as his hands worked to remove his sweatshirt from her body. His mind reeled, overcome with her scent and feel under his hands. She felt like goddamned heaven. And he was the devil who would consume her light under the shadows until the sun came up.

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ISABELLA

Goose bumps prickled Isabella’s flesh as the sweatshirt fell to the ground. Hot sweet lips delved between hers, feeding the wildfire blazing through her bloodstream. Calloused, working man’s hands slid over her shoulders, forcing her thin sweater to the floor. Her head spun from his touch, his taste, and his sea and cedar scent, spinning her up on already unsteady feet. Knees weak, she leaned against him. The boat rocked in the waves, but Nash was immoveable. Like he commanded the very sea. Her Poseidon.

She gripped the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as his teeth raked over her lip, a bite of pain only melding with her excitement. Her skin flashed with heat. Her dress was too tight and suffocating all of a sudden.

She opened his shirt, placing her hands on his abs. Good God, was any part of this man not perfection?

A warm chuckle rumbled in his chest. Had she said that aloud?

“Turn around.” His deep voice made her thighs clench.

She obeyed, facing the door. Deft fingers pulled her hair off her neck and over one shoulder before the scrape of his beard tickled her nape. He pressed open-mouthed kisses behind her ear, trailing down to her shoulder. She closed her eyes, a small moan leaving her lips. Had she ever been this savored before? Were all one-night stands like this?

The sound of the zipper sent a rush of self-consciousness crashing through her. She tensed as he pushed the dress to her feet revealing the spandex hip-and-tummy-control garment she was wearing.

Dios, this is probably the least sexy thing I could have worn.

Nash placed two big hands on her shoulders, shifting her to face him. She licked her lips nervously, flicking her attention to him as nerves skittered through her body.

The lust in his dark eyes made her gasp.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his hands fisting at his sides as if he was barely in control.

She slipped the boots off first. Then she fumbled with the elastic waist, pulling the spandex from her skin, which wasn’t easy in a rocking boat. She stood before him in her black lace bra and matching panties, glad she’d chosen something to make her feel sexy, even though she hadn’t expected anyone to see it. She took a deep breath as he studied her. Isabella was a plus-size woman. Standing in front of Nash, with his open, untucked dress shirt, showing off his barrel chest and muscles, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. But the way his heated gaze worshiped her flesh filled her with a heady sense of sensual power.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His compliment warmed her, snuffing out most of her insecurities. She wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination.

“Take the rest off.” Nash raised his shirt up and over his head, showing off the tattoo sleeves on both arms.

She unhooked her bra, tossing it to the ground before pushing her fingers under the elastic of her panties and shimmying them down her legs, holding the small table to her left for balance.

The clink of his belt seemed magnified in the small cabin. It hung undone as he unzipped his pants, his focus never leaving her.

Stepping out of his pants, he reached for her once again. His fingers threaded through her hair as he brought his mouth to hers. He devoured her mouth as his palms skated down to cup her breasts.

“I’ve been thinking of tasting every inch of this body since I laid eyes on you,” he confessed.

“Is it . . . I mean . . . I hope it’s what you wanted.” She bit her lip.

Nash pulled back, his penetrating gaze leveled on hers. All that power directed at her made her knees wobble. “You seriously have no idea, do you?”

Her brows drew together in question.

“Do you own a mirror?”

She nodded.

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