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out of sight.  I think a logical progression from a good-night kiss would be a hot and heavy make-out
session.
She bent to nibble on his upper lip, teasing him with quick touches of her tongue. His lips were
familiar and new at the same time, and she explored them, opening his mouth with hers. He groaned,
and the sound resonated deep within her. She had him exactly where she wanted him, and it was bliss.
Abruptly, he flipped her, his hips pressing her heavily into the sand as his tongue invaded her
mouth. He thrust against her, and she parted her legs and bent her knees, arching up to meet him. His
back was bowed, connecting them at mouth and groin, and she wrapped her arms around him, trying
to connect them everywhere else. Her body heated up so fast, she thought she d melt into the sand as
their mouths and bodies moved together in an urgent dance.
She held him tighter, feeling like she might come apart just from this, but he slid to the side,
breaking her hold. She missed his weight on top of her, but she wasn t picky. She moved to straddle
him, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip.  Keep it PG or I m going to forget my good
intentions.
 Your completely unnecessary, highly annoying, absolutely ridiculous good intentions? God
forbid. She tried not to pant as she rolled onto her back, away from him.
 You re so cute when you don t get what you want. Hasn t anyone ever told you no before? Or
does everyone do what you want because you re so beautiful and determined? He propped his head
up on one arm and gazed down at her. She wanted to stay mad but it was impossible when he leaned
down to kiss her again. This kiss was as different from the sudden take-no-prisoners onslaught that
had just occurred as red pepper flakes were from sugar. It was slow and sweet. He left no corner of
her mouth unexplored and by the time he was done, they were breathing in sync, moving together, and
she was fairly certain their hearts were beating in the same steady rhythm.
 Isn t this fun? His whisper was a deep growl as he plundered the sensitive skin behind her ear.
 In a torturous, frustrating retro kind of way? All action above the neck& dry humping allowed as
long as we pretend it isn t happening. Kind of like high school. He stroked his hand down her leg,
easing it away from his hip.
 I hated high school. She arched her neck, inviting him to make good on his damn rules, and he
complied. As he kissed her neck, she had to admit none of her boyfriends in high school, or college
even, had been able to make her respond like this with a simple kiss. Roman knew what he was
doing. His lips and tongue were soft and wet, leaving cool trails on her skin. Every so often he would
nip her throat, and she would gasp, going liquid, melting again, and pressing closer to him.
His hard body and roving hands gave every sign he was as desperate for her as she was for him.
Yet he kept himself in check, only going so far, and his slow exploration was exhilarating. It was one
thing to indulge in a one-night stand, easily blamed on the heat of the moment. This deliberate
intensity was something else entirely. Don t go there.
He pressed a soft, close-mouthed kiss against her lips and sighed, stretching out on his back and
pulling her to rest beside him with her head pillowed on his shoulder.  The beach is nearly empty, but
let s not get carried away.
 Let me guess, she asked, lazily running her hand up his chest.  Now we pretend to nap when
really neither one of us is sleeping because we re so insanely horny?
He laughed.  I thought we could talk about Cooper s.
Apprehension zinged through her. The Beach House, Vegas, and sexual frustration had pushed
Cooper s from her mind. She didn t have a single good idea. What if the guru of West Coast
restaurant-flipping told her it was a lost cause& or worse, patronized her? She raised her head to
look down at him.  I haven t been hit by a lightning bolt of inspiration yet, and I hate to waste your
time when you have so much to do today, she hedged.
 Brainstorming makes lightning bolts, and there s no time like the present. I m in a holding pattern
until Max gets in. I want to talk to him about the menu, the best way to break it down, purveyors, prep
list, and all that jazz, but for the next hour, I m all yours. Tell me everything.
She said nothing.
As the silence grew, his body tensed.  Unless there are no problems at Cooper s. Please tell me
this isn t an elaborate charade to get me into bed.
 God, no. How could you think that? She scrambled into a sitting position, putting space between
them.
He sat up, facing her, and shrugged.  You showed up on the beach and took off your clothes. You
won t let me call Cole to confirm. You ambushed me in my office&  His voice was flat.  If you
turned half of that determination toward fixing Cooper s, I bet you d be in the black in a month.
She glared at him, speechless. If it were that easy, she wouldn t be here at all.
Or would she?
 No, she said, ignoring the uncomfortable path her thoughts had taken.  I need your help. She d
rather have him laugh at her ideas than think she d been dishonest with him again, so she forced
herself to start talking. Haltingly, she explained the slow decline in business over the past two years
and how much things had changed while she was at culinary school. Her parents were older now, less
willing to adapt to the times and their customers were even more so. Every menu update she d
suggested had bombed. While newer restaurants flourished around them, Cooper s profits went down
every month, and her parents wanted to sell, or at least her mother did.
 You re sure you want to work at Cooper s? Maybe your parents are right.
She growled in frustration.  If I hear that one more time, I m going to go ballistic. I had to go to
culinary school before they d even let me in the kitchen, and now they want to sell before I can figure
out how to make things work. There s nothing I can do about being the baby of the family, but I m sick
of being treated like I can t help.
 Wait& why wouldn t they let you in the kitchen?
She gave him a look.  Because cooking is a miserable occupation for anyone who wants to have a
life?
He laughed.  I can t argue with that logic. Only an idiot would want to work as much as we do. I
guess we re both idiots. He stood and held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to pull her to her
feet.  In fact, I m a glutton for punishment because as soon as my mother closes this resort deal, I ll
take over Gallagher Holdings, and she ll relax for once in her life.
 Opening a resort doesn t sound relaxing to me.
 It would if you knew her. His expression was tight.  I don t think she ll ever stop working, not
completely, but it would be nice for her to settle down and let me take care of the restaurants. My
father  he stressed the word, making it clear he didn t consider the man such  abandoned her as
soon as she told him she was pregnant. We didn t have anybody else, and she worked like hell to take
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