A Proposal to Remember

‘I think I might,’ she managed huskily before his mouth found hers and they both gave in to the greed that had been consuming them both for days.

‘Hell, Riggs.’ His mouth devoured hers hungrily. ‘I love your body.’

‘Same here.’ She felt their legs tangle, felt his arm haul her close and felt his other hand at her breast. ‘Oh, help, we shouldn’t do this.’

‘Stop saying that.’ He groaned the words into her neck. ‘We’re doing it and that’s final.’

‘No.’ She tilted her head and gasped for air. ‘I mean, we shouldn’t be doing this here, in public.’

‘It’s not public.’ His tongue tasted her skin. ‘This is a private deck. The only way anyone can see is if they’re up here with us.’

Her whole body was on fire, her heart leaping in her chest.

‘We agreed it was a mistake…’

‘We never agree on anything.’ His hand cupped her face and his mouth came down on hers again, stifling her cry.

He felt so good. Hard. Strong. Male.

And she wanted him.

She broke away, her breath coming in tiny pants, her fingers digging into his biceps. ‘We really ought to discuss this.’ She was trying to concentrate but all she could think about was the play of muscle under her fingers and how much she wanted him. ‘We shouldn’t do this on impulse.’ She gasped as his mouth found her throat again. ‘We should talk.’

‘Talking isn’t going to warm either of us up.’

Her eyes closed as she felt the erotic touch of his mouth on hers. She’d thought she’d been kissed before. Dozens of times. But maybe she was wrong because it had never felt like this. No one kissed like Sam McKenna.

She knew that what they were doing wasn’t sensible, but it felt too right to even contemplate stopping.

His arm curved around her waist and he pulled her onto his lap. ‘Body heat is an important source of warmth in these circumstances, Riggs,’ he murmured, his voice deep and unreasonably sexy. ‘Important to share what we have.’

Her whole body ached and throbbed and she twisted under the water, bringing herself into closer contact with him, hearing his groan, feeling his immediate response.

‘It’s time you lost the swimming costume.’ His hands skimmed her shoulders, sliding it down, and she gave a strangled moan as she felt his clever, seeking fingers graze her taut nipples.

‘McKenna. Sam!’

He tugged the costume lower still, his hands sliding over her belly

and downwards till she shifted her hips against him, desperate to ease the blinding, greedy ache.

Bringing his mouth back to hers, he kissed her savagely, stoking the fire that flared between them.

It took all her will-power to stop it from going all the way. ‘Sam…’ She groaned his name, her eyes closed. ‘We can’t do this. Not here. We should stop now…’

She felt the rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe normally. ‘You’re probably right. Not here. Are you warmer now? Because that’s all I was doing, of course, warming you up.’

She looked at him, her breathing unsteady. ‘Just a little warmer. Thanks.’

‘My pleasure.’

She was still on his lap, still aware of every masculine inch of him. ‘Well… I, er, that was…interesting.’

He ran a hand over his face and made a visible effort to pull himself together. ‘It certainly proved a point.’

She could still feel the brush of his hard thigh against hers and her brain was refusing to function. ‘What point?’

‘That it was nothing to do with the dark, the champagne and the atmosphere.’