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onto her lips,
then he lowered his head and closed his mouth over hers, and his
hands moved to her butt and he pulled her more firmly against
him.
     
    His tongue pressed at the seam of her lips,
begging entrance, and Jazzie opened her mouth, then he slid his
tongue inside and it rasped against hers. Her moan was muffled in
his mouth, as she tangled her tongue with his, inviting it to play.
A growl rumbled inside his chest, and vibrated against her breasts.
Beau lifted her and turned her toward the outside wall of the shop
and pressed his body into hers.
     
    He deepened the heady kiss and Jazzie felt
drunk from the mind blowing sensations rocking her. She'd never had
a kiss like this before, and even though she'd never had sex, she'd
had plenty of kisses. Current sizzled along her nerve endings, and
she felt like her whole body was charged with it. Every chord he
hit with her was in the sweet spot of the scale and she was
definitely enjoying the music he was creating inside of her.
     
    Suddenly, he pulled away from her with a
groan, and she whimpered following his lips as they moved away from
her. He eased her down the wall, then took a step back. Jazzie was
dazed, and her breathing was coming in short, sharp gasps.
     
    "Wow..." she said and put her hand over her
lips, staring up into his eyes, which mirrored exactly what she was
feeling, drugged, surprised and extremely turned on.
     
    Beau patted the top of his head then huffed
out a breath. "Whew, I was just checking to see if my hair was on
fire," he said with a chuckle and flushed. "I think we better head
to your surprise, or I might just stand here all night and kiss
you."
     
    "I might agree to it," she said
breathlessly, then picked up the duffle bag, and took his arm, then
they started walking across the moonlit beach again. "So, where are
we going?"
     
    He slid his hand down her arm to lace his
fingers through hers, and took the lead without saying a word. They
walked down a pathway through some coconut and palm trees for a
while, then he turned to the left where a Polynesian man in a small
boat waited by a dock. When they got closer to him, he smiled a
bright white smile illuminated by the tiki torches lining the dock.
He was shorter than Beau, but heavily muscled and tattooed. Beau
left her standing at the end of the dock and walked over to him and
they spoke quietly, then he walked back over and took her hand.
     
    "Ready to go?" he looked down and asked with
a secret smile.
     
    Her stomach growled and she laughed and put
a hand over it. "If this is gonna take very long, we'd probably
better eat before we go. I didn't have time for lunch," she told
him.
     
    "No worries, sugar...we'll be back soon
enough," Beau told her then helped her up onto the dock and led her
to the boat. He stepped down inside first, then put his hands on
her waist and lifted her down. The boat swayed gently, then
settled, and he sat down on one of the seats and pulled her onto
his lap.
     
    "Good to go, Manu," he told their boat man
with a smile. Manu nodded then leaned back and pulled the cord to
crank the engine. He guided the boat away from the dock into the
lagoon where moonbeams glistened romantically on the beautiful aqua
water, making it sparkle.
     
    "Where are we going?" Jazzie asked Beau
again, this time in a dreamy tone, then leaned back on his shoulder
to look into his eyes.
     
    "To heaven, baby," he said mysteriously,
then leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
     
    When Beau kissed her she felt like she was
already there, they had some heady chemistry going on between them.
It was like every one of the cells in her body was tuned into his
with anticipation, of his touch. Absently, his hand toyed with the
knot securing her cover up, and his thumb brushed the indentation
of her waist now and again, sending tingles racing along her
skin.
     
    Sitting this close to him, Jazzie was
hyperaware of every movement and nuance of his hard body. She put
her nose into his neck and