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by Jenna Jaxon
Sand crunching underneath your feet, a splash of cool water, the smell of salt water and suntan lotion, hot sun and hotter bodies. Yep, you’re in heaven.
My husband and I have vacationed at the beach literally ever since we met. Our first trip together was to a local beach and we used to go at least three weekends every summer. We finally bought a timeshare and now we’ve had “beach week” to look forward to ever since. He even proposed to me at the beach. J
Beaches are some of the most romantic places on earth and not only in my opinion. I’ve asked lots of people what they think is most romantic. Number one answer: holding hands walking on the beach at sunset. I think it’s the beauty of the water as the sun goes down coupled with the isolation (most people with children have left the beach by sunset). You get the feeling of being alone together in a different world. And that creates an intimacy you can’t find in a restaurant or a movie or a sporting event.
Life takes on a slower pace at the beach. Couples can spend lots of time with each other sitting on a beach watching the surf lapping at their feet. Paying attention to just each other, even with other people around. Playing in the waves together allows for more contact than just holding hands that can lead to even more intimate moments.
Is it any wonder, then, that I chose to set Almost Perfect, my 1Night Stand story, on a deserted tropical island? What more romantic setting could my characters have had to try to re-kindle their passion for one another? The road isn’t easy, but the sand and the surf definitely play a part in bringing them together.
Excerpt from Almost Perfect:
“I’m bored. My date still hasn’t turned up, so I thought I’d come harass you a while. I’ll tell you what.” Roger reached for the Perrier and unscrewed the cap, but didn’t offer it to her. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
“And why would I want to see yours again?” Pam’s eyes remained on the bottle resting at his hips and watched the carbonated bubbles rising to the top.
“For old time’s sake?” His eyes flashed with mischief as he tipped the sparkling water up and started to drink. She stared, her parched lips opened in outrage. Glug, glug. He made that sound on purpose. Was he going to drink the whole damned thing?
After swallowing at least a third of the contents, he came up for air. “Ah! Hits the spot every time.” He grinned. “Still can’t take a joke? Too bad. Here.” He thrust it toward her. Grabbing with both hands, she shoved the end into her mouth so quick the glass clicked against her teeth. Greedily, she sucked in and almost choked. The exquisite, light lime-flavored water rushed into her body to hydrate the parched cells. Three more guzzles and she breathed deeply, satisfied for the moment.
She pulled the lip away and wiped her hand across her chin where she had dribbled some. Holding it out to him, she noticed his slack-jawed attention riveted straight on her chest. Which meant….
“You still look fine, Pam. Mighty fine.” Her ex-husband licked his lips, his grin reaching almost ear to ear. If there weren’t still some water left in the bottle, she’d brain him with it.
He reached down and slipped off his sandals, then untied his drawstring, all the while gawking at her breasts. With one swift movement, he shucked his pants to reveal a hard, tanned body, complete with a serious erection.
She hadn’t seen that coming. Her mouth dropped open as the Perrier hit the sand. She stared at his fully aroused cock, a shiver of pure desire sparking through her before she dragged her gaze back up to his face. A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “A promise is a promise. You showed me yours.” He threw her one more impish grin before taking off for the water. “You coming?”
She stared as he splashed in and dove under. His pale, rounded butt flashed her before sliding under the waves. Her heart pounded and blood sang through her veins as it had not done in years. A deep ache bloomed between her thighs, pitifully familiar; it too had lain dormant until now. The problem was it had been so long since she’d had sex. She’d be twice as horny if that were her pirate out there. At least she fought to believe it.
Roger’s head broke the surface and he flipped his hair out of his face. “Come on in. The water’s great!” She didn’t move. “I promise not to bite.”
“But I might,” she muttered, starting for the water, afraid they had the makings of a real live Blue Lagoon.
Do you find the beach most romantic or do you have other more romantic spots you prefer? One lucky commenter will win a 1NS book of their choice.
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