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Every inch of her seemed sacred to him as he undressed her, exploring her secrets by touch and taste. Soft skin. Beautiful full breasts with their dark, pebbled tips. The heat between her thighs. The fire in her blood.
She was life. She was his salvation. She was a miracle.
She undressed him, too, the two of them standing naked together at last. Hands caressed, teased, stroked, seeking always to please. Then she took one of the condoms from the box he’d set on the nightstand and rolled it down his erection.
He drew her onto his lap, his hands on her hips. She wrapped her legs around him and took him inside her. He yielded control to her, the two of them face to face as she rode him, bringing them both release. They lay in a tangle afterwards, looking into one another’s eyes, Sean’s heart almost too big for his chest.
She smoothed a hand over his pecs. “You might want to run for the door.”
“Why is that?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Sean brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”
ChapterEighteen
June 23
Eden and Seanbuckled into their seats on the float plane, their gear already stowed in the small baggage compartment.
The pilot, who said his name was Grit, climbed into his seat, put on his earphones, and got the plane into the air, soaring over Kodiak Harbor before turning inland. He smiled back at them. “Is this your first time in Alaska?”
“I was born on Kodiak Island, and Sean flies with the Coast Guard.” Eden realized she’d probably just ruined the pilot’s plan for in-flight conversation. “But this is our first time to Uganik Lake. Can you tell us about it?”
Sean glanced over at her, suppressing a grin, his fingers twining with hers. “What kind of fish will we find there?”
The pilot seemed relieved. “I hear it’s great for Dolly Varden trout. This time of year, you might be able to catch sockeye and chum, too. You’ll just have to compete with the bears. A lot of people fly up there to hunt bear.”
While Grit talked about brown bears and asked Sean about his work as a Coastie, Eden watched the landscape below them—the ocean to their rear, the city of Kodiak below, mountains ahead. She’d left Maverick with Natasha and had rented the cabin for two days so she and Sean could be alone together. Dating with a toddler had its cute side, but she wanted them to have a chance to focus on one another.
She’d chosen this place because she didn’t want to take him to a cabin where she and Justin had stayed. She wanted the area to be new to both of them, a spot where they could make their own memories.
It was only a thirty-minute flight, and they soon landed on the lake, the pilot bringing the plane to a halt just off the pier. Sean climbed out and turned to help Eden.
Grit left their bags and fishing gear on the pier, where a skiff with an outboard motor was tied off for their use. “I’ll leave you to it. Hope the fish are bitin’ for you. Thanks for flying Island Air.”
Sean shook his hand. “Thanks for the lift.”
They stepped back and watched as the pilot moved onto the lake and took to the sky. And then at long last, they were alone.
Sean glanced uphill toward the cabin, looking ridiculously handsome in his aviator shades. “Let’s get settled.”
Eden shouldered her duffel bag and fishing rod. “It’s beautiful here.”
They walked uphill a short distance to the two-room cabin. It looked exactly like the photo—a simple structure with windows, a deck, and a few Adirondack chairs. Firewood stood neatly stacked in a nearby woodshed on one side.
“So far, so good.” Eden unlocked the door.
Inside, it was clean and cozy. A woodstove sat in one corner, while a wooden table with bench-style seats stood in the middle of the front room. There was a sink, too, with an old-fashioned pump handle that drew water from an outdoor tank. In the back room were bunk beds against one wall and a full-sized bed against the other, all with homey quilted coverlets.
Eden wrapped her arm around Sean’s waist. “It’s perfect.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll get a fire going.”
While he went out to get firewood, Eden arranged their gear—fishing and boating stuff in the main room and personal items in the bedroom. By the time she had organized everything, Sean had a roaring fire going in the wood stove.
“Ready to go catch dinner?” She grabbed her fishing rod.
