Chapter 6

“Well, that was certainly fun,” said Amelia breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun playing in the water before. Jet skis are definitely something I could get into.”

“Glad you liked it,” Skylar said, running his fingers over her face.

“Very much,” she said with a nod. Her heart fluttered madly in her chest as she stared at him, and he stared right back, his brown eyes darkening with desire.

 “I want to touch you, Amelia,” Skylar told her as his eyes flicked over her face where his fingers had been. His light touch had drifted lower, nearing her collar bone as he said this.

Her voice shook slightly as she said, “Please.”

“You don’t want to eat lunch first?” he asked wickedly, sitting up and pointing to a table set up a bit further into the woods. It was covered with a white linen tablecloth, and a huge picnic basket was set on top, keeping the cloth from blowing off if any wind happened to kick up during his absence. Beside it was a small cooler and a couple of champagne flutes.

Briefly, Amelia wondered what time it was when he’d put the things there, and how he knew they would remain undisturbed. Brow furrowed for a moment, she asked, “No, I’m not hungry just yet. Who owns this island, anyway?”

“It’s owned by the Bear Clan,” he explained. “They’re affiliated with the lodge I work for, but there’s not a whole lot going on with this place until late summer, when the hunting season begins. Right now, only members of the Clan are in residence, so it’s pretty safe to leave things wherever you want.”

“And you’re allowed to come here whenever you want because you work with the forest service?” she clarified, remembering him telling her something like that before. “Or because you’re a member of the Clan?

“Both, I suppose,” he said with a little shrug.

“Oh,” she nodded.

“Baby, did we come over here to discuss the island or enjoy it?” he teased her. The next thing Amelia knew, he pinned her to the grass and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose.

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“Yeah,” she agreed. They gathered up their clothes, put them on, and went over to the little table to invade the food.