He carried her out of the water and across the sand, laid her down on the soft wide blanket in the shelter of the cliff, and stretched out beside her. He held her for a long moment before he kissed her, his hands combing through the wet hair streaming across her shoulders. She relished the feel of his cool, wet body against hers, drank in his clean scent, and savored the salty taste of his skin beneath her lips. She felt her heart drumming riotously beneath her breast and knew he must feel it, too. When he bent his head to kiss her, his lips moved softly, earnestly, slowly over hers. Each light touch of his mouth was like a mind-stealing drug, warming and soothing her already willing body and brain. As she returned his kiss, her hands massaged the smooth, firm muscles of his slippery wet back, which flexed with each movement of his arms and body against hers. He ran his fingers the length of her slender back to the edge of her bikini bottoms, then up again, to the ties holding her top.
