A Weekend Temptation by Krista Caley

her knees weak, starting with his hard, muscled body pressing into her as he drew closer, inviting her to throw away her fear and grab onto her passion.
    “Joel, I think we should… start our vacation.”
    He pulled away without kissing her, making her miss his hard flesh. She ached with want.
    “Put your snorkel gear on,” he ordered.
    “Joel, I’ve never—”
    “Snorkeled? It’s easy. I’ll help you. I’m a good teacher.” Joel leaned forward and helped her adjust her mask.
    When Ava’s mask was in place and the rest of her equipment, he pulled her back into his arms and carried her to the water. She held on to his steely body as he took her deeper. Her fingers dug into the slick, smooth skin of his shoulders. He held her as if she were feather-light. It felt good to have a man strong enough to carry her and made her feel sensual and feminine.
    Together they dove into the clear water to find abundant marine life and healthy, living coral. When they popped up to the surface, he explained what was safe and what she should avoid. He kept her from swimming into jelly fish and helped her feed a school of parrot fish as tame as goldfish living in an aquarium.
    Then it hit her. Joel was a man who protected those in his care. He would never allow anything to hurt her, not even himself. She could trust him. He’d be a great third lover. He would guide her in the right direction, taking her exactly where she needed to be, the way he guided her on this snorkeling trip.
    She relaxed, her stomach settling. Before she’d been trying to tell herself he was the right sexual teacher but now she felt it. She was ready to begin her newest exploration.
    Ava swam to the surface, and he caught her hands, placed them on his strong shoulders, and kicked them both back to shore, while she enjoyed the feel of the warm water against her sensitized skin and the feel of his strong back against her breasts.
    Later they sat on the shore with aqua waves lapping at their toes, her hip against his, his arm around her shoulders. He kissed her temple, and she leaned into his body.
    “Did you like that?” he asked.
    Did he mean the kiss or the snorkeling? Didn’t matter. She liked everything. “I did, and I realized something.”
    “That you want me to kiss you again.” It should have been a question but not with Joel. He was too arrogant to ask questions, but he was right. He lay back on the sand and pulled her on top of him.
    It felt wonderful to be draped against his slick warm skin.
    His eyes darkened and held a longing as deep as hers in their depths. His heart pounded against her cleavage. Her body blanketed his in a way that felt right. His crisp leg hair teased her smooth calves. His eyes continued to hold hers. Her nipples jutted into his chest, responding to his drugging potency.
    His lips raised as hers lowered. An electric shot zapped through her as he captured her mouth. His lips were firm and possessive as he claimed her. With a sigh, she opened, letting his probing tongue explore, savoring the feel of him. He tasted like a combination of maple syrup, power, and excitement. He suckled her bottom lip until she sighed. Her fingers dug into his arms.
    The pleasure of his kiss was so intense her eyes drifted closed. She focused on his hard body under hers, while his tongue made her crazed with passion.
    When he broke their kiss, they were both gasping for air.
    “Wow,” she whispered against his cheek. The man could kiss. She inhaled his sandalwood scent, and her mouth dried. One kiss and he’d ignited her body like a convection oven. She couldn’t breathe. Her oxygen-starved lungs screamed for air. She didn’t care. Fear of rejection disappeared.
    He flipped her onto her back, his legs trapping hers, and he sandwiched her body, making it sink into the warm, powdery sand. His hot breath teased as his mouth moved to her neck, just above her shoulder, in a tender, responsive place. Her body quivered. She arched and surrendered