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Famous, has me as nervous as a middle school kid.  It’s sort of pissing me off if you must know."
    Grace giggled, nervous energy getting the best of her. She covered her mouth with one hand but in the next second she gasped as Ryan crossed the sand between them and began running a fingertip over her lips.
    "Something about you," with each word he pulled her closer until their lips were millimeters apart.
    "Kiss me again," she whispered.
    "With pleasure," Ryan obliged.
    Grace felt the press of his erection against her belly and to her surprise, she reached down to touch it, to run a hand over his amazing length barely contained by fabric.  Her body was on fire and it centered right at her clit, which was in dire need of attention.  As if he sensed this, Ryan shoved a strong thigh between her legs, allowing her something to press against, without taking his amazing lips from hers. "Oh my," she pulled away and let him cup her ass as he pulled her up higher on his leg.
    "Mmm hmmm," Ryan nuzzled her neck, keeping one hand on her ass while the other reached up to cup a breast, his thumb running over the nipple straining her bikini.    The world was spinning on its axis and Grace had the sudden impression her universe was about to be upended.
    Letting her thin swimsuit cover shift aside, Grace pressed her throbbing sex on Ryan’s thigh.
    "Good God woman," he breathed into her ear.  "You're enough to drive a man insane." He grasped her neck and pulled her in for another kiss when Grace felt tears form behind her eyes.  How was this happening to her?  She wasn't the sort of woman who had this affect on men.  She felt a finger along the edge of her bikini bottoms and she pulled away from his leg, breaking the kiss to look into his deep azure eyes.
    "Feel what you’ve done to me," she shocked herself all over again.  "God, Ryan."
    He smiled a lazy expression that made her body shiver.  It would become one of her favorite things about him, that smile.  He teased her, using his lips on her neck, as she grasped him tightly to keep from falling backwards.  Just as he reached her soaking wet core, Grace’s knees gave out and she stumbled backwards, taking him with her, their bodies tumbling to the soft sand with a whump.
    "Ow! Shit!" Grace propped herself up on her elbows sore from sand burn.  Ryan was on top of her, his arms braced on either side.  They laughed and she relaxed realizing she'd gladly let him take her right there on the beach if he wanted.  He leaned over her as the laughter faded just short of her lips.
    "I want you, Grace," he said without preamble.
    She pushed a lock of hair that had fallen over his brow and ran her hand down his face.  Dear Lord she was a goner.  Even if she let him fuck her and leave, her life would never be the same.  Her body was crying out for him, her pussy ached with a new sensation of emptiness as she nodded, unable to speak.
    He lifted himself off her, regained his footing and held out his hand which Grace accepted, shocked all over again by the heat of his skin.  He pulled her up then kept going until she was wrapped around his neck again.
    "You feel incredibly right to me," he muttered into her hair, which had broken free from its messy tie and was tumbling over her shoulders.  He sighed and Grace closed her eyes against the sensation of happiness that would no doubt be followed closely by sadness.  She was going to let him fuck her. She was certain of it.  As a matter of fact, if she didn’t get him inside her soon, she might just explode with lust.  For now, Grace would settle for his body, his lips, tongue, hands and that cock throbbing against her. But later she knew she'd want more.
    She stepped away and held out a hand that Ryan accepted as they started back, silent at first before picking up the publication woes conversation again.  He asked the right questions, which got her thinking about her strategy anew and she nearly forgot she was halfway to being