Passionate Ink by Jan Springer

had to get ready for his change.
    “I…I have to go to work. I’m on the night shift at a marina,” he explained.
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    She blinked as sudden realization slammed into her. Work? Oh shit! She’d totally forgotten she’d been booked solid with clients today.
    Damn,” she spat as he pulled out. He chuckled as he let go of her hips.
    “I didn’t think you’d be that disappointed,” he grinned at her and her belly did a really cool somersault. Yep, she really liked the way this guy made her feel.
    “I’m not. But I totally will never live this down.”
    Guilt gripped her as she followed him out of the pool.
    “Live this down? What? Are you afraid my neighbors will talk about my fucking you in the pool?” He chuckled and handed her a white towel. She grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around her waist and then pulled it up under her armpits, tucking in the folds.
    “No, my clients. I have a full day. How in God’s name could I ever forget them? This has never happened to me before. So many crazy things have happened since I met you.”
    “Good things, I hope?”
    She couldn’t help but nod as she stared into his mesmerizing green eyes. Gosh, she could just literally fall into those beautiful eyes and stay there forever.
    “So, I guess we’re both late for work?” he asked as he switched off his radio and picked it up. Her breath quickened again as his stiff cock bobbed up and down as he opened a nearby steel cabinet and placed the radio inside. Suddenly her lips burned for him. She wanted them pressed against his mouth again. To feel his confident warmth slide over her lips and drown in the lash of his eager tongue pressed against hers.
    “I thought of that earlier, but I didn’t want to lose you,” he said as he headed toward the staircase. She quickly followed and they descended to the main deck.
    Yeah, but he certainly seemed as if he could stand losing her now. Why did she get the feeling he wanted to brush her off? Gosh, what if she was pregnant and he wanted nothing to do with her? Iciness slithered around her heart. She hadn’t just been used, had she? She hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of her life, having unprotected sex with a guy she barely knew, did she?
    Catalina frowned. She was being an idiot. She’d used him too. Kind of.
    Okay, so she was confused. First of all, she’d never had unprotected sex before and she’d certainly never slept with a guy she barely knew. She’d better go home and get some distance. She’d clean up there, because if she stayed here she’d most likely follow him right into the shower and let him screw her brains out. Again.
    Her frown deepened. But she truly wanted to stay here with him.
    “We’ll see each other tomorrow morning, right?” He turned to her and must have noticed her confusion for he was suddenly cuddling her in his strong, protective embrace, his warm body pressed against hers, his hot breath caressing her cheeks.
    Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to stay here and get to know more about him.
    “How about I come over for breakfast?” she asked, staring deep into his eyes and wondering if he was falling as hard for her as she was for him. Oh dear, she was being bold. But she liked being bold, especially with him. She wanted him to know she was very interested in him.
    “I’ll be here bright and early. And I’ll have breakfast ready for you by the pool. How’s that?” he said against her lips.
    “Sounds wonderful.” Although she’d much rather spend the night.
    “ Distance, ”an inner voice whispered. She needed distance to think about what she’d just allowed to happen. Hot sex. Hot unprotected sex.
    “Okay, I need to get showered and changed,” he whispered and when he let go of her, she felt lost and so alone.
    “I’m going to miss you like crazy,” he said as he headed out of the bedroom, his voice hoarse and strangled, as if maybe he really was sincere.
    A moment later, the shower came on. The overwhelming urge