She giggled, and then did something she’d been wanting to do since the first night she met him. She rubbed her cheek over his sandpaper stubble.
It was deliciously abrasive. She imagined it would feel evenbetterwhen it was caressing the inside of her thighs.
Her thoughts must’ve been loud enough for him to hear because she felt his cock flex against her again an instant before his hand tightened on her ass.
“Cut it out, minx.” His warm lips were close to her ear.
“Me? You’re the one who’s reading my mind.Youcut it out.”
“Am I gonna hafta take a crowbar to you two?” Uncle John demanded.
To her immense dissatisfaction, Doc lowered her to her feet. And sweet baby Jesus, it was like ripping two sheets of Velcro apart. By the time she was standing, she felt raw and abraded. As if she were missing her other half.
As soon as the thought whispered through her head, that frisson of fear was back. This time, she shoved it aside in order to face the music.
Or Uncle John, as the case may be.
Taking a deep breath, she swung around to find not only John grinning widely at her, but Dana too.
“No need to be embarrassed,” Dana assured her sweetly when her cheeks grew red hot. “We’re all adults here.”
“Tell that to this one.” Cami hooked a thumb toward Uncle John. “He orders us around like we’re still cutting teeth.”
“Someone’s gotta herd the cats on this island,” John declared. “Else it’d be pandemonium.”
Weak shafts of sunlight slanted in through the slats in the storm shutters and gave the dust motes dancing in the air the look of tiny, golden fairies.
The eye of the storm.
A strangely peaceful space between anarchy and chaos.
“And by the way”—John gave her a wink—“I knew you had it in you.”
LT and Olivia saved her from having to respond by stumbling out of their bedroom—Olivia was busy smoothing down her hair, and LT hastily pulled a T-shirt over his head. Both of them were ruddy-faced and looking like they’d run a marathon.
“Time to assess the damage while we got the chance,” LT echoed Uncle John’s earlier sentiments.
“Let me grab my shoes.” Cami tried to turn toward Doc’s room to fetch her sandals. And her bra and panties. Even though she wasn’t a prude, neither was she an exhibitionist. But Doc stopped her by gripping her shoulders and keeping her directly in front of him.
After sending a questioning glance over her shoulder, she had to roll in her lips to keep from gasping when he pulled her back slightly and the top of her butt brushed against his raging hard-on. A hard-on she would’ve already unwrapped and gone to work on were it not for the ill-timed arrival of Julia’s damned eye.
Never in my life did I think I’d been wishing for those deafening winds to come back, she thought.And yet here I am.
Understanding Doc’s dilemma, John chuckled. “We’ll give y’all a couple minutes to compose yourselves and then meet you downstairs.”
He ushered Dana toward the stairway. LT and Olivia followed closely behind them. But LT stopped abruptly once he’d pulled even with Doc. It caused his wife to plow into his back.
“Oof!” Olivia frowned. “You should come equipped with a pair of brake lights, Leo. I swear.”
LT ignored her and demanded of Cami and Doc, “Why do y’all need to compose yourselves?” Before either of them could answer, he howled, “Ow! What was that for?” He glared at his wife.
“Just keep on keeping on,” Olivia ordered him, shooting Cami a look that said,Holy geez men are as dense as doorknobs sometimes.
“But I don’t understand what—”
“Move, sailor!”
“Fine!” LT was clearly disgruntled as he let his wife push him toward the stairs. They were halfway to the first floor when Cami heard him whisper, “What am I missin’?”
