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"Oh God, Melissa, you had me worried there for a minute."

"Just a minute?" The tears had stopped flowing, and her grin stretched wide.

He chuckled and laid her on the bed, then dropped down beside her. His adoring gaze and the gentleness of his

touch as he stroked her cheek sent quivers through her.

She'd never been loved by a man before. Her heart swelled. She could get used to this.

He kissed her, tender and sweet. She felt his hands release the top button of her blouse, then the next. She

clamped her hand down on his, stopping him.

"I can't . . . my sisters are downstairs."

His eyes glinted with mischief.

"So?"

"So? They'l think we're . . . you know . . ."

"Making love? They'll be right."

He pul ed the col ar of her blouse aside and nuzzled the crook of her neck.

"You know, they're grown women," he said. "They know about the birds and the bees. They've probably even figured out you've been with a man before."

As her hormones sprang to life and she relaxed into his arms, she realized she'd missed this sense of adventure,

this sense of freedom. Of al owing herself to do what she wanted, when she wanted.

He kissed her, deep and long, his tongue slipping inside her mouth and caressing her tongue and lips until she

quivered with need, then he drew back and gazed at her with a longing that seared her soul. His lips danced

against the pulse point at the base of her neck, then skittered down to the swell of her breast. He drew her top

down her shoulders and kissed along the edge of her lacy bra.

Her breasts ached for him and her sex throbbed in need. She flicked open the front clasp on her bra and peeled

back the cups, exposing her naked breasts. He smiled and captured one taut nipple in his mouth. She moaned at

the exquisite pleasure of his hot mouth on her hard, distended nipple. The heat of him enveloped her, quivering

through every cel until her body begged for more.

"Let me see you." She gazed at him with longing.

He pushed himself onto his knees and stripped off his black T-shirt, revealing his muscular arms and chest and

his ridged abdomen. Her hand stroked over his hard male flesh and she felt faint with desire. Her fingers trailed

down and hooked over the waistband of his jeans. She pushed herself to a sitting position and kissed his

stomach, nuzzled his bel y button, while her hands worked at his belt, then tugged down his zipper. The head of

his cock pushed upward, straining at his black cotton briefs.

She nipped it with her teeth, the thin cotton his only protection, then she hooked her finger under the elastic

and tugged the cotton forward. Her other hand dove inside and wrapped around him.

Oh God, it was heaven to feel him in her hand again. She licked under the ridge of his cock-head, then encircled

him with her lips and sucked. His hand stroked over her ear, drawing her hair back. She sucked him deeper,

drawing him into her mouth. She moved her head up and down.

"Melissa, I want you so much. I'm so close, sweetie. Why don't we—"

She swal owed him down her throat and fondled his bal s, then began pumping him faster.

He groaned. "Damn it, woman. You've . . . ah . . . got to have it your own . . . oh . . . yeah!"

Hot liquid spurted into her throat and she swal owed it down. Again and again as he clung to her head. When he

was final y done, he dragged her into his arms and kissed her passionately, then removed her pants and eased

her onto her back.

"Don't for a minute think that we're done here."

He slid his hands under her knees and eased her legs wide, then swooped down and nuzzled her pussy with his

mouth. His tongue stroked the length of her slit, then he pressed it against her clit and nudged. Spectacular

sensations exploded within her. His fingers stroked her wet opening as his tongue licked and cajoled. Two

fingers slid inside her and stroked her vagina. Pleasure built within her, nearing that magical summit.

Then he eased back, staring down at her.

"I was so close," she complained.

His lips edged up in a smile and his eyes glittered.

"I know."

He prowled over her and pressed his long, hard cock to her opening.

"Oh, yes." This is what she'd longed for. What she'd needed.

Just as his cock slid inside her, stroking the length of her vagina, a knock sounded at the door.

"Nooooo," she wailed in a low murmur against his ear.

"Ignore it," Ty said.

His cock pulled back and thrust forward again. Sparks ignited within her.

"Liss, you in there?" Shane's voice sounded through the door.

Melissa stiffened. Ty thrust again.

"Yes," she cried.

Ty kissed her neck, sending electric shimmers quivering across her flesh.

"Can I come in?" Shane asked.

Come. She was going to come.

Ty thrust faster.

"Yes," she wailed.

The doorknob turned, but the door held shut with a thump.

"Liss, the door's locked."

Ty swirled and thrust, his hard cock stroking her to greater heights. Unable to contain herself, she wailed as the

orgasm erupted through her, blinding in its intensity.

Stil Ty thrust. In and out. Her vagina tightened around his long, fat cock and he swirled, sending her ricocheting

into another mind-numbing orgasm. His body stiffened and his hot semen flooded her womb.

He held her tight to his body, his face nuzzled into her neck. She stirred, knowing Shane must have heard the

whole thing. Her face flushed, but she reminded herself that Shane had heard, and seen, much more while they

were at the resort.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Shane called through the door. "I'll come back later."

Ty pushed himself onto his arms and smiled down at her. He nudged his pelvis forward, swirling his still erect

cock within her.

"No, I'll just be a second."

He kissed her, then gave her a couple of short, fast thrusts. Another orgasm pulsed through her in spasms. She

panted, then moaned quietly. Ty leaned down and kissed her.

"That was great, but now . . ." She grabbed his arms and gazed up at him. "Please, just . . ." She hesitated.

She real y wasn't up to facing Shane with another man in her bed right now. She wanted to break the news as

gently as she could.

"Would you go into the bathroom?" she asked.

"You mean . . . hide?"

"If you wouldn't mind." She sent him her most dazzling smile.

"I do mind." He leaned down and kissed her. "But for you . . ."

He drew back and his wonderful cock slipped free, leaving her feeling empty. He strolled across the room, totally

naked, then disappeared into the private bathroom.

Chapter 18

MELISSA GOT UP AND KICKED HIS CLOTHES UNDER THE BED, then grabbed a robe from her suitcase and pul ed

it on. She tied it at her waist as she rushed to the door, then she pul ed the door open. Shane smiled at her.

"Liss, it's so good to see you."

He wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug, then gave her a light kiss.

He peered into the room. "You alone?"

"Uh . . . yes."

Ty was in the bathroom, so technically, it was true. Her face flushed as she realized now he would believe she'd

been masturbating.

It suddenly occurred to her that her sisters knew she was up here with Ty.

"Did you . . . uh . . . talk to Elaine and Ginny?"

"No, I didn't see them. There were some towels and bags by the dock, so they're probably swimming out to the

island."

He closed the door behind him.

"Liss, I . . . have something important to talk to you about."

"Okay." She glanced around the room, noticed the rumpled bed, then grabbed his hand and led him to the

French doors, which led to the large balcony. "Let's talk out here."

She pul ed open the left door and stepped outside. The late afternoon sun caressed her face. She sat down in

one of the Adirondack chairs and Shane sat beside her.

"What's up?"

He leaned forward, resting his folded hands between his knees.

"Liss, you know you've always been very special to me. . . ."

She stared at him, eyes wide. Oh God, after progressing their relationship to the next level at the resort, was he

going to ask her if they could pursue a real romantic relationship?

They hadn't been in contact much over the past couple of weeks, both licking their wounds, but she'd known

they'd have to have a discussion about this sooner or later. She'd hoped he'd come to the same conclusion she

had—that the best relationship for them was friendship.

As she stared at him, his eyes glowing with happiness, her heart tore in two.

How could she tel him she didn't love him? She rested her hand on his wrist.

"I know, Shane, but . . . uh . . . could you just hold that thought for a minute?"

She bolted to her feet and raced into the room. Ty stood inside the bathroom, the door open waiting for her.

She shot inside and closed the door behind her.

"It's Shane. He's . . ." She gulped. "I think he's going to tell me he loves me!"

Ty stepped forward and pul ed her into his arms, then kissed her with such passion she knew she belonged to

him and no other. Forever.

"Tell him you're already taken."

"I can't do that."

His eyebrows arched upward.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to hurt him."

Ty kissed her. "Melissa, I'l go out there with you and we'l explain that you're taken. He'l be fine with it, I

promise."

He slid his hand to the smal of her back and pul ed open the door, then urged her forward.

"No, I don't think—"

"Trust me."

As they stepped into the room, she saw Shane sitting in the upholstered chair near the bed.

"Ty." Shane stood up and offered his hand to Ty. They shook hands.

"I didn't know you were here already."

"Already?" Melissa turned to stare at Ty.

"That's right. Suzanne invited him."

"Suzanne?"

This conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

"Shane," Ty said, "Melissa was concerned about the direction of your conversation and we just wanted you to know that Melissa and I are . . ." He glanced at her. ". . . engaged."

Shane's smile broadened and he grabbed Ty's hands in both of his and shook heartily.

"That's wonderful. Congratulations."

Melissa glanced from one to the other, confusion swirling through her.

"So what's going on with Suzanne?" Melissa asked.

"First, I wanted to say that after our time at the resort, I was worried you might think our relationship had

moved to a new level, but now that I know you and Ty are engaged, I see there's no problem."

"So you wanted to tell me that we're not going to start a romantic relationship?" Melissa asked, relieved.

"That's right." He grinned widely. "And that Suzanne and I are now an item."

"Oh, Shane, that's wonderful!" She was thril ed that Shane had found someone special.

Ty chuckled and pul ed Melissa against his side, his strong arm around her waist.

And so had Melissa.

Melissa leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her coffee. It was Monday morning and all the other weekend

guests, including Melissa's two sisters, had left. Over twenty people had descended on Shane's lovely, secluded

country house for the weekend-long party.

During the course of the weekend, Melissa discovered that Suzanne was not just Shane's love interest, but also

his business partner, since Shane had decided to invest in the resort.

Also, Suzanne had chatted with Elaine and Steve and succeeded where Melissa had failed . . . in talking them out

of going to The Sweet Surrender. She had explained that people shouldn't go to a swingers' club to fix a broken

marriage. She had suggested that what they needed to do was go away somewhere where they could rediscover

each other. Focusing inward would help their marriage far more than focusing outward, to other people. Elaine

and Steve had both thanked her and by the end of the weekend looked like they'd already started on the path to

rediscovery.

Shane had invited Melissa and Ty to stay an extra day so they could all go over wedding arrangements, since

Suzanne would be the maid of honor and Shane the best man.

Melissa sat with Suzanne, Shane and Ty at the oak kitchen table overlooking a gorgeous view of the river

through the large picture window. Suzanne pointed at a lovely flower arrangement featuring pink roses and

white lilies in a bridal magazine, asking Shane if he liked it.

Melissa's gaze shifted to Ty as he pored over a magazine showing various tuxedo styles. With his tall, muscular

good looks he would be devastatingly handsome in a tuxedo. Since she'd met him, she'd only seen him in blue

jeans and casual shirts—or naked.

Her mouth curled up in a smile. Right now, naked sounded very appealing.

Shane laughed at something Suzanne said, then leaned forward and kissed her. Melissa liked Suzanne and was

thril ed that she would be dating Shane, knowing she would make him very happy. Shane slid his hand around

Suzanne's waist, then skimmed over her breast for a second, before coming to rest on her side.

Melissa's gaze lingered on Suzanne's breast. She was not wearing a bra and the outline of her nipple showed

clearly through her aqua cotton camisole. Melissa remembered those breasts naked, softly bouncing in the pool

when the two of them had chatted for the first time at the resort. At the sight of Shane's hand resting on the

side of her breast, Melissa remembered his hands stroking over Miss Lips's naked breasts in the viewing room