Cape Cod Kisses (Love on Rockwell Island 1)

But he knew if he really wanted to prove to her that he was a good guy, now that they were out of the water, he needed to let go of her naked body. Deliberately not letting his eyes wander over her curves again, he finally set her down.

“Do you remember where you left your clothes?” he asked as he turned around to give her privacy to go find them.

“Of course I remember.”

Quinn assumed by the distant sound of her voice that she’d walked a short ways up the beach to find her clothes and was now getting dressed.

“I might be a lightweight,” she continued, “but I didn’t drink that much champagne tonight. Besides, you’re supposed to have fun and be a little wild on your honeymoon. You can turn around again now. I’m dressed.”

Quinn turned, and holy smokes, the strapless minidress she wore was now drenched and nearly translucent, doing absolutely nothing to hide her curves. He tried to shift his eyes away, but Jesus, it was hard. She was that sexy.

By the time he was finally able to make himself look away from the wet fabric over her naked curves, he was stunned by the expression on her face. Not fear, anymore. Not confusion, either. Instead, it looked like she wished she were back in his arms again. The night was cool, but in that moment the heat between them easily trumped the evening breeze.

At least until his brain finally registered what she’d just said.

“Honeymoon?” None of this made any sense. Why was she out here by herself if it was her honeymoon? And if she'd just gotten married, then where had the desire he swore he'd seen in her eyes come from? The only thing he knew for sure right now was that some guy was going to try to kick his ass when he found Quinn out here on the beach with his wife, when all Quinn had been trying to do was make sure she was okay—or at least that's what he’d started out doing. “Where’s your husband?”

His questions, especially the word husband, seemed to sever the heated thread between them. She waved a dismissive hand and made a face. “Husbands are totally overrated. Plus, you don’t need one for a solo honeymoon.”

Solo honeymoon? He’d never heard that one before. She was surprising him at every turn. Sexy and interesting was a combination he hadn't come across many times in his life.

“You’re not married?”

She shook her head, but even just that small movement sent her off-balance. She was still as good as naked, and he’d hate for some other guy to find her like this—a little tipsy and too damn gorgeous for her own good. No question about it, he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he didn’t see her home safely in one piece.

Quinn didn’t know if this was his lucky night or if he was being punished for some unknown sin. But given that he would never dream of taking advantage of a woman out having fun skinny-dipping by herself in the moonlight, he was putting odds on punishment. Especially since even though he now knew she wasn't married, he was only on the island for long enough to get through tomorrow's meeting.

But at the same time, he'd never been this drawn to a woman before. Or been so intrigued. Maybe tomorrow, some how, some way, he could track her down and—

Just then, he realized there was a scrap of material floating near the water’s edge. A scrap that looked like super-sexy lace panties.

“Are those yours, too?”

She followed his gaze, and her cheeks pinked up as she went to retrieve them. “Thanks. I would have been sad to lose my favorite pair.”

Great. Now he was going to have to work like crazy to stop thinking about both her skintight, see-through dress and the panties she’d just picked up. Already, though, he was failing on every front as desire continued to simmer hotter inside of him by the second.

“I’d like to make sure you get home okay.”

She didn’t respond, simply started heading up the beach. He kicked something else and bent down to find a cell phone half buried in the sand. Looked like she’d forgotten more than just her favorite pair of panties.

“Where are you staying?” he said after he picked up her phone and slipped it into his pocket. He spotted the empty champagne bottle and picked that up too, and then caught up to her.

“The honeymoon cottage at the resort.” She looked to the right, then the left, then stopped walking. “I’m not going the right way, am I?” The sudden laughter underlying her words gave him the sense that the alcohol was beginning to sink in big-time now.

Even her laughter was sexy. “Nope.”

Quinn found himself wishing the honeymoon cottage wasn't quite so close by. He wasn't ready to say goodnight to her just yet. Not anywhere near close to ready.