Tempted in the Tropics by Tracy March

Author:Tracy March [March, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, enemies to lovers, entangled publishing, series, doctor, contemporary, suddenly smitten, bakery, Bliss, wedding, small-town, tracy march, holiday, sweet
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“This black sand is amazing,” Paige said, “even in the moonlight.” Another lazy wave washed over her bare feet, and refreshingly cool water swirled around her ankles. After she and Lane had finished their entrées, they decided to take a walk on the beach—a good idea, since she wasn’t sure how to handle everything he’d just told her between bites of shrimp and risotto. Walking next to him him right now was a lot easier than being face-to-face.

It had to have been hard for Lane to admit that he’d been burned by his ex, and she was surprised he spilled the info to her. Surprised and flattered. He’d agreed to a fling—where the hell had she found the nerve to propose that?—then he’d revealed something incredibly personal. Seeing him so vulnerable had gripped her heart. Sure, he had his issues, but she couldn’t imagine any girl treating him like that. She couldn’t imagine any girl letting him go.

“Am I in for another geology lesson?” Lane teased. “Or can I save myself by telling you I already know the sand is black because of volcanic activity on the island?”

She nudged his biceps with her shoulder, coming up against solid muscle. “You read that in a brochure, Doc?”

“Nope. Gerard told me.”

“Believe it or not, I’d much rather hear him talk about food than geology. Like that white chocolate crème brûlée we’re having for dessert. Mmm.” She closed her eyes for a second. “I can taste the creamy sweet goodness…the raspberry and lime compote.”

“Yeah, that compote gets me jazzed every time.”

“What’s wrong with compote? I make it at Sweet Bee’s sometimes and sell it with scones or pound cake. It’s yummy fruit in sugar syrup. With vanilla or lemon or orange peel. Or cinnamon, cloves, or coconut. So many—”

“Please, no clothes. Whatever you do, forget the clothes.”

Paige laughed. “You mean cloves.”

Lane stopped walking and faced her, looking deliciously sexy with the moonlight accenting the classic angles of his face. He gently grasped her bare shoulders and circled his thumbs in the delicate hollows beneath her collarbones. She imagined his feathery touch…everywhere. Desire swept through her as smoothly and surely as the next wave would sweep the shore. He pulled her to him and lightly kissed her forehead, leaving her longing for him to kiss her lips. She gazed up at him, certain he could feel her heart thudding madly against his sturdy chest. He lazily skimmed his fingers up her bare thigh, teasingly lifting the hem of her dress. She shivered with sensations she hadn’t felt in far too long.

“If we’re talking about dessert,” he said, “I meant both.”

Oh my…

He kissed her, languidly at first, then more urgently as their breathing quickened. Paige seriously considered pulling him down onto the sand and doing dessert right there, but her fantasy of hooking up with him did not include gazillions of gritty black granules or Gerard hanging out nearby.

“I told Gerard we’d like dessert served in my sanctuary.” Lane gave her a questioning look as he laced his fingers between hers.

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