Page 143 of Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds

Brie was near tears, but I ushered her out.

“We could have waited until she passed out and gotten the video from her phone,” Brie said.

“We’re going to find the documents at dawn, well before we meet with her. I want to know what they are and why Parker Briggs wants them so badly before I turn them over.”

“What about my dad?”

“Diana’s phone was recovered in Georgie’s apartment. The police couldn’t get here because of the storm, so it has to be in the security office, don’t you think?”

“We break in and get it!”

“No, I’m done breaking in—I’m still worried someone is going to find out we were in Tristan’s office. But we might be able to access it, if we’re smart. Let me think on it, okay?”

I looked at my watch. It was already after ten. “I have to go. Six thirty tomorrow morning, we’ll get answers.”

The rain lulled me to sleep, and it wasn’t until my phone rang that I jumped up, remembering that Jason was coming by.

“Hello?” I answered groggily.

“It’s me,” Jason said. “I’m at your door. I woke you?”

“No. Yes. I mean... one sec.”

I ended the call and went to the door. Jason stood there drenched. The rain was still falling, though not as heavily as before. “Come in.”

“Sorry I’m late. We had one small disaster—a tree came down and blocked the road from the dock to the resort. We had to get it moved—in an emergency, we need to use that road. Everything else can wait until tomorrow to clean up.”

“Do you want a hot shower?” I asked.

He smiled slyly. “Will you join me?” He stepped forward and kissed me. His lips were cool and wet. His hair dripped on mine. “Please?”

This guy made me feel so... desired. Special. It felt right, so right, and I had never quite felt like this before, as if we clicked together, two mismatched pieces that fit perfectly.

Jason gently nudged me toward the bathroom, all the whilekissing me, tugging at my robe until it fell to the floor, revealing the sexy sheer nightgown I’d bought just for this trip.

“Wow,” he said as he looked at me from head to toe and back again. “You’re beautiful, Mia.”

I sucked in my breath, surprised that I didn’t feel self-conscious or embarrassed.

“You’re beautiful too,” I said, then smiled and laughed. “You know what I mean.”

Jason turned on the water, then stripped out of his wet clothes and draped them on a drying rack. He pulled my nightie over my head and placed it on the counter. “You won’t need that tonight.”

He backed me into the shower, under the jets, all the way to the wall, until our bodies were firmly pressed together as the warm water flowed over us.

Only once in my life had I had sex in the shower. It had been awkward and unsatisfying.

This was anything but awkward, and when Jason fell to his knees to focus on my pleasure first, it was not only satisfying, but unexpectedly wanton and hot.

I wanted him again.

Last night was romantic and sexy. Last night was about exploring and learning each other’s bodies, a little awkward, but fun and special.

Tonight? It was as if we hadn’t seen each other in weeks and had pent-up lust that only the other could satisfy. After Jason brought me to a sharp, unexpected orgasm, he fumbled for a condom he’d put on the counter. He made love to me up against the wall, holding one of my legs with his right hand, and holding on to the support bar with his left. I couldn’t move, pinned between the cool, hard tile and Jason’s hot, hard body. When I reached around to hold his ass so I didn’t slip and break the connection, he groaned, released, and sighed into my neck.

“That was too fast,” he said. “I couldn’t help it. I’ve been thinking of you all day, thinking about this, about making love to you, and I came like a horny teenager.”

“Are you saying you’re done for the night?” I teased.