She knew it sure as hell wasn’t Tave’s hands on her, sinking into her over and over again until she… How did she know this? Because when they’d finished their swim yesterday, he’d fallen back on his honor and decided no further hanky-panky would happen. They would get to know one another so that she no longer had suspicious thoughts about him. She tried to tell him it was difficult to dispel with years of conditioning in a day. He said she was worth the wait. Then she said… A low scratch and scrape reached her, something colliding with the house’s exterior wall, and she sighed. If some crab managed to make it this far from the sea, she’d have to go toss it back in. The last thing she wanted was the little guy to fry on the pavement. With a groan, she rolled from the bed, untangling herself from the twisted blankets, and finally pushed to her feet. Still bleary-eyed, she shuffled to the bedroom window to see if she could spy the asshole. She was sure she’d been lost in a lovely, sexytimes dream with Tave and his tongue and… “Hmm…”
