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he breathes in my moan before I close my eyes and lower my head.
    A shower of fireworks goes off behind my eyelids.
    Shay answers my groan with his own, and he weaves his hands into my hair. My scalp tingles as he pulls me deeper into his kiss. I wind my arms around his back, slipping a few fingers into the waistband of his trunks. My fingers explore the hard planes of muscle under his scorching skin where his back meets his firm backside.
    Shay tears his lips from mine, and a sense of loss sweeps over me until he traces hot kisses across my cheek, my ear, and along my neck.
    He reclaims my mouth again in a searching kiss.
    I whimper, my heart thudding, threatening to explode from the confines of my chest. This is madness, but it doesn’t stop me from returning his kiss with equal ferocity. His breath is bitter and tangy and oh, so sweet. I can’t get enough of his delicious mouth.
    I want more. My hands take on a life of their own, moving from his back to his arms to his hard chest with a desperate, grasping yearning.
    He wants me. His erection presses against me, and with the slightest movement, I could orgasm right here.
    I want him with a ferocity I’ve never known. My body’s been touched plenty.
    But no man’s ever touched my heart.
    Until Shay.
    I am so fucked.
    A bell sounds from the boat, smothering the electrical current sparking between us.
    The signal to return. Time to head back to shore.
    I’m sad, but grateful. More time and he could have convinced me to slip off my suit and get it on in the water.
    This man is too hot for his own good—and mine.
    I regret I have to go with Bennie tonight and that we won’t be back until late.
    I’m all for supporting a friend and showing her love, but I’ve got an itch for a beautiful Irish boy that needs to be scratched.
    Hard.

 
     
    I’m glad I texted Thea last night and invited her and her friends on this trip out to Fort Jefferson this morning. She seemed excited in her reply, telling me she’d wanted to visit, but she didn’t want to take the two-and-a-half hour ferry trip by herself.
    The owner of the seaplane tour company owed Da, so I asked Da if I could call in the favor. I want the opportunity to spend more time with Thea and impress her with an amazing experience.
    I told her to bring along her friends, but I’m surprised they came. They seem to be night owls. In the waiting room, the redhead Felicia is drinking her third cup of complimentary coffee. Bennie is in the chairs, head leaning against a corner wall, feet propped on a bag filled with beach towels and water bottles. She snores quietly while we wait for the rest of the plane’s morning passengers to arrive.
    I show Thea a map of our trip across the water, pointing out the private island whose owner once hosted the likes of Truman Capote and Tennessee Williams. Since she likes Hemingway and loves to read, I thought that would interest her.
    I guide her hand across the map with mine. We both know she can follow along without the physical contact, but her breath hitched when I touched her, and she didn’t pull away.
    Tony comes into the lobby and calls out everyone’s name, checking to make sure we all brought water, snacks, and sunscreen. He directs those who didn’t to a vending machine in the corner since the bookstore at the fort doesn’t sell these items.
    He asks if anyone’s going to snorkel—they provide the masks, air tubes, and flippers, and Thea and I both raise our hands. She came prepared with her camera and its waterproof case to take underwater pictures.
    Bennie grumbles something about finding a tree to sleep under, and Felicia declines.
    “She’s not much of a swimmer. Doesn’t leave the shallow end of the pool,” Thea whispers.
    “So why’d you guys come to an island for vacation?”
    “Because the price was right, silly.” She sticks out her tongue at me, but her action doesn’t make me laugh.
    It makes me want her tongue licking me in all the right places.
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