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Directing the conversation his way, and wanting to lighten things up, she asked, “Do you have any siblings?

“No, but I never felt like I missed out because Jon was like a brother to me, and Errol like another grandfather.”

“Errol treats everyone like they’re family.”

“Whispering Cove is kind of like that. One big happy family.”

“So you like it here?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because I have a talent most don’t, and there was a team of ghost hunters forming in New Mexico looking for a fifth member.” He shrugged easily, but she sensed he wasn’t telling her everything. “So I went.”

“Sam?” she began, wanting to ask the question that had been plaguing her since they first met.

“Yeah?”

“Do you really believe in ghosts?”

“Yeah.”

“You can see them?”

“I can.”

“Do they scare you?”

“Not really. Most are harmless. Just lost and confused.” He scoffed, then added, “It’s the living that can hurt you the most.”

She sat up, drew her knees to her chest, and glanced up at the beautiful house overlooking the water. “My house isn’t haunted, right?”

“No.”

“And you talked to the sheriff again?”

“He’s looking in to it, but doesn’t think anyone is trying to drive you out.”

“That’s good I guess.” She paused then asked, “And you checked the attic and basement.”

He nodded. “It looks like there was a stack of boxes placed over the closet hatch, which is why we couldn’t open it.”

She frowned. “I was shifting things around but I don’t remember putting any boxes over the hatch.”

“I checked the attic door leading to the roof. It was locked so no one can get in or out unless they have a key.” He captured her elbow and drew her back to him. She settled in beside him, and he touched her chin and turned her face his way. “Don’t worry. Until I get to the bottom of matters, I’ll stay close.”

She wet her lips, the air between them charging. With her mind racing and her body warming all over, she searched for something intelligent to say, only to come out with, “So you really can see things others can’t?”

“Yeah, I really can,” he murmured, his voice lower and deeper. “And you know what else I can see?”

“What?”

He pressed against her and she could feel his erection on her leg. “I can see that underneath this lace, your nipples are hard.”

She gulped, the hunger in his eyes making her feel so desirable, pretty even…
wanted
.

“I can also see how much they need me, Alexis.”

Sam craved the taste of her, hadn’t been able to get her off his mind all day, and he couldn’t wait one more second to touch her, kiss her, carry her to her bedroom and make her scream for him again. But when she writhed beneath him, her body so hot and needy for his, he knew he’d never be able to make the short trek to the house without losing it. He glanced at his backpack and grinned. The hell with taking her to her bedroom. He had everything he needed to make her scream for him right here on the beach.

He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head and closed his lips over hers. As he savored the sweetness of her mouth, he slipped a knee between her legs to widen them. She moaned beneath him, her tongue tangling with his in the most mind-fucking ways.

“Alexis,” he murmured, drawing a quick breath to center himself. “I’ve wanted to do this all day.”

“Mmm, me too,” she responded between heated kisses, her nipples pressing into his flesh.

Sam slid lower, and released one of her hands so he could caress her pebbled nipple through her lacy bra. “You look so sexy in this.” He shot her a glance and they exchanged a long, heated look. “Does wearing this make you feel sexy, sweetheart?”

“You make me feel sexy,” she admitted.

“You’re way too beautiful to keep yourself covered up in oversized coveralls,” he murmured. “Your family should take you seriously because you’re smart and driven, not because you dress like a boy,” he added before drawing her nipple into his mouth. She moaned, and it urged him on. Waves lapped gently against the shore a few feet away, and the briny scent of salty air washed over them. Sam tuned everything out except this woman, and the hunger she roused in him. Her hand raked through his hair, holding him to her, and he sucked harder, twirling his tongue over her marbled tip.

“That feels so good,” she whispered.

As much as he liked pleasuring her orally, tonight he needed to be inside her, needed to finish what they started before he burst into flames.

He skated his hands over her curves, loving the warmth of her skin and the desire he could feel mounting in her body. His hand settled between her legs and slipped inside her damp panties. Her legs automatically widened for him, and when he found her clit wet and hard, lust swamped him.

Her nails scratched along his back, her soft mewling sounds catching on a breeze. “Sam,” she murmured.

A tremor raced through him, the urgency in her voice letting him know she needed this every bit as much as he did. His body grew shaky, his cock swollen to the point of pain inside his suddenly too tight swim trunks.

He climbed back up her body, and put his mouth close to hers. “I want to be inside you.”

“But we don’t—”

He gestured toward his backpack. “I came prepared, sweetheart. Like I said, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Her smile warmed him from the inside out and when she lifted herself and planted a gentle kiss on his mouth, one that was full of passion and pleasure, it was all he could do to keep his shit together.

He exhaled a shallow breath, and moved between her legs. She propped herself up on her elbow, dark lashes blinking rapidly over eager eyes as he went back on his heels to look at her. He stroked her pussy through her panties, all smooth and silky and wet, then eased the lace from her hips. He tossed them to the side, then climbed to his feet to remove his trunks.

Her glance went to his cock as it thickened, clamoring for her attention. But he knew if she touched him, put her mouth around his girth, he’d go off like a Roman candle and never get inside her, where he most desperately needed to be.

She crooked her finger. “You’re too far away, and I need to touch you.”

His heart pinched, loving the way she wanted him, the way her body beckoned his touch. He grabbed a condom from his backpack and quickly sheathed himself before dropping back to his knees. He breathed a kiss over her pussy, and even though she was more than ready for him, he wet her with his tongue before settling on top of her.

His cock throbbed between her legs as he surfed his mouth over her eyelids, her cheek, her mouth. Jesus, she was so sweet, so intoxicating, the depth of his desire for her was almost beyond his comprehension.

He shifted, his crown breaching her opening, and when he felt her body relaxing for him, welcoming him inside, he offered her an inch. Her pussy gripped him hard and tension coiled through him, tightening his every muscle and feeding the intensity of his arousal.

She tossed her head to the side, and tried to move her hips, to force him in deeper. But he kept her pinned, immobilized, because if he entered her hard and fast, he’d lose it harder and faster. And he didn’t want to lose it with her, because he didn’t ever want this moment to end. Christ, never had a woman made him feel so crazed and out of control before.

He groaned, his mouth coming down hard over hers to muffle her cries of protest. He kissed her, tasted her, enjoying her flavor on the tip of his tongue, and even though he was touching her all over, he still wasn’t able to get enough of her as his cock burrowed deeper. She moaned and palmed his muscles as blood pounded through his veins.

His balls tightened against his body as her warm heat cocooned him, squeezing and massaging his cock as he went deeper still. Her heat seared him, and his mind practically shut down when he finally buried every inch of his throbbing cock inside her deliciously tight pussy.

His mouth moved to her neck, and he savored the taste of her damp skin as he began to move his hips. He slid in and out of her tight sheath, picking up the pace and rhythm until they were both delirious with pleasure.

“Sam, oh God, Sam. It feels so good,” she murmured, her voice a strange, strangled whisper in the dark, moonlit night.

He gripped her hair when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper, he growled loud, sure everyone in town could hear him. As she fueled his lust, deepening his need, blood rushed to his cock. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to hang on. Jesus, it was near impossible, but her pleasures were paramount, and he’d never take without giving first.

She gyrated, her hard nipples scraping over his chest in the most provocative way. Her body grew hotter and he could feel her muscles grow tight, a clear indication that she was right there, hovering on the precipice of ecstasy.
Thank Christ!
She began panting, her eyes moving over his face, seeking, searching. Jesus, she was so beautiful. Sam shifted on top of her and slipped a hand between them to stroke her sensitive cleft, and when her mouth opened, but no words came, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of male pride to know he could do this to her.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”

“Sam,” she whispered as her muscles clenched around his cock. Fire burned through him, his senses exploding in a kaleidoscope of color, the last of his control unraveling like an old frayed fishing net. The second he felt her hot cream coat his cock, he pitched forward, reaching the point of no return. He buried himself inside her as he succumbed to the blinding pressure racing through him.

His body convulsed, and he sucked in a breath and held it as he released inside her. Her palm brushed gently over his face as his fingers bit into her hips, bruising her delicate skin before he collapsed on top of her.

He stayed there, buried inside her for a long time. As he relaxed on top of her body, she stroked her fingers over his back, eliciting a shiver from him. A long time later he lifted himself up and shifted his weight to the side. When he found her smiling at him, contentment written all over her face, he knew he had to have her again. But he also suspected that no matter how many times he fucked her, how many times he was inside her, he’d never be able to sate the need she pulled from him.

He brushed her hair from her face, and she sputtered when he got sand in her mouth.

“Sorry,” he said, as they both laughed. “I guess we’d better get back in the water and get washed up.”

Noises at the other end of the beach reached their ears. She pulled a worried face and said, “I think maybe we should get inside.”

His cock began to harden all over again. “Inside?” he asked, as he pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in the towel. He bent forward, dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth and whispered, “I think getting
inside
is a very good idea.”

Chapter Five

After spending a week trying to extend her loans at the bank, and trying to get approval from the restoration committee, Lex stood on her veranda, looked out over the ocean and took a deep, fortifying breath. Even though the week hadn’t been all bad, Sam spent every night in her bed and the noises in the house had subsided, she’d yet to get the permits she needed to move forward with her restoration.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist in a familiar way that always warmed her from the inside out.

She blew a strand of hair from her face as one of the button-down, pretty floral dresses Tabby had lent her ruffled around her thighs in the late morning breeze. “The clock is ticking, and I really need to get this place renovated. But no one at the restoration committee will answer me and even though I keep leaving messages, no one will call me back.”

Sam’s arms moved to her shoulders and he turned her around. His dark eyes moved over her face. He exhaled slowly then said, “They’re never going to approve your plans, Alexis. Not unless you change them. You do realize that, right?”

She threw her hands up in the air. “What’s wrong with modernizing this place?”

“Everything,” he said simply, and went quiet for a moment, looking past her shoulders like he was remembering something very important from the past. Then he glanced at his watch and redirected the conversation. “You’d better get going, otherwise you’re going to be late.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you. The guys and I are going out on Braydon’s boat for the day, and Josie’s place is on the way to the dock.”

Lex bit her bottom lip, wondering if she really should be going to Tabby’s baby shower at her friend Josie’s house. Sure she liked Tabby, as well as the rest of the women in this town, and while they all made her feel welcome, she knew they were only being polite by extending an invitation. They were a tight-knit group and she really wasn’t a part of it, didn’t really belong.

They stepped into the kitchen and she looked at the shiny gift bag on the counter. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

Sam gave a casual shrug, one that said no matter where he went or who he was with, he always fit in. “Why not?”