Roxanne Claire - Barefoot by the Sea

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When you think you know your heart's desire . . .
Can you give up all your dreams for love?

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“Then what exactly?”

“More like the essence of a man.”

He lifted a brow and fought an amused smile. “What the hell is essence?”

Liquid gold. She tried to scoot back, but she hit the wall and he didn’t give an inch.

“Can you do complicated?” she asked.

“No.” Still holding her head with fingers tunneled into her hair, he took her chin in his other hand and turned her face away from him, leaning so close his lips grazed her ear. “You want me to tell you what I can do?”

She quivered at the warmth of his breath and the heat of his tone. She managed the slightest nod because, yes, please , every nerve in her body tingled in anticipation of what he could do.

“I can kiss you until you can’t even remember your name…or mine.”

John Brown. She couldn’t forget that.

“And…” He dragged a fingertip under her chin and down her throat, a single stroke of fire, stopping right at the dip between her collarbones. With his thumb, he flicked at the neckline of her T-shirt. “I can strip you out of this top without ever taking my tongue out of your mouth.”

That was…a good trick. Yep. She’d like to see that.

“And I could…” His finger dropped a few inches, settling on her breastbone. “I could lick a tattoo right across this sweet, sweet skin.” He flicked her earlobe in case she hadn’t figured out just how talented a tongue he had.

“And I could…” He took a quick pass right over her nipple with one fingertip, making her suck in a surprised breath as she budded like an acorn, her breasts already aching and heavy with need. “Suck on these tasty rosebuds until you melted like chocolate in the sun.”

“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes. “I like chocolate.” And rosebuds. And this. She really liked this.

“Then we’ll get some for you. You can eat it off my…body.”

Silently, she closed her eyes and dug for composure, coming up with nothing but a helpless shudder.

He blew more warm breath into her ear. “Want to know what else I can do?”

“I’m actually…no, well, yeah. Okay.”

He laughed softly. “How ’bout I show instead of tell you?”

The suggestion vibrated through her, tightening every muscle in her body, especially the ones between her legs. She tipped her head to get a look at his smoky eyes, the dark shadows of an unshaved face, the perfect bow of lips she’d already sampled and wanted to taste some more. “You better tell me first.”

“Show.” He closed in for a ferocious kiss, wild and hot, his tongue sliding right into her mouth as his finger continued straight down her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, and stopped right at the snap of her jeans.

“Um, we’re in a bar,” she murmured into his mouth.

“That can be changed.”

Sense. Common freaking sense disappeared at the sight of him. Was this the desperate act of a woman craving sex so badly that she could have it in a bar booth…or was he so unspeakably attractive that she’d let him…

Snap.

Was that the sound of her jeans or the last shreds of her dignity? “I think we should…take a breather here.” She backed into the wall and he put his hand on her thigh.

“I’m breathing fine.” He scooted his hand a little farther between her legs. And, God help her, she didn’t push it away. Even though all she wanted was a sperm donor.

Right? Yes…and no. She wanted the sperm, but she also wanted a man. This man. She closed her eyes and tried to take a steadying breath, putting her hand on his but not exactly moving him off the thigh real estate. Damn, girl, talk about giving mixed messages.

She cleared her throat. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“Doesn’t have to be.”

Actually, it did. There’d be explanations, interviews, legal documents. So not what this hot kisser had in mind. “I have some important issues.”

He frowned slightly. “Are you married, Tessa?”

“No.”

“Involved?”

“No.”

“Psychotic?”

Right now? Debatable. “No.”

“Straight?”

“Yes.”

Finally, he relaxed into a smile, a sinful affair that made his eyes gleam and hinted at sexy dimples under the shadow of his beard. “Plus you’ve got bedroom eyes, a delectable mouth, and”—his gaze dropped to her chest—“a sweet rack. Meets all my criteria. What are yours?”

She finally managed to grip his hand and extricate it completely from her leg. “Availability and attraction is all you need to go to bed with someone?”

“Don’t forget the sweet rack.”

Another soft laugh caught in her throat and she studied him. “Well, you are honest, and I like that.”

The faintest, fastest, nearly indecipherable response flickered in his eyes. “What else is on your list for a hookup?”

Someone who didn’t want a hookup. But then, maybe a hookup was exactly what the doctor ordered. No, the fertility doctor ordered sperm, not sex. Couldn’t she have both? Weren’t they supposed to show up at the same party?

“Tessa?” he prompted. “Your list?”

She conjured up the form she’d recently filled out in a clinic. “Blue eyes.” She’d always wanted a blue-eyed baby. Magnetic, mercurial, blinding blue with dark-rimmed irises like the ones she was staring into.

He winked. “Check.”

“Over six feet.” In case she had a boy, she’d want him to have a shot past her own five-foot-four.

“Plus an inch,” he assured her. “And maybe another quarter past that.”

“Athletic and strong.”

He raised his arm and tensed his biceps, letting the bunched muscle wrapped in a tattoo of deep purple thorns speak for itself.

“No illegal drug use, ever.”

Rattling his ice, he said, “As long as scotch is legal, we’re good.”

Things were looking better, so she decided to push her luck. “Highly intelligent with good math skills.” Because a child would need that in this world.

He raised a brow. “Seriously?”

“You asked my list. Math skills is on it.”

“Fine. You want me to figure Pi to twenty digits?”

“Can you?”

“Without a calculator.”

Oh, boy. He might be…perfect. “Okay, then. We need a clean bill of health, no allergies, and absolutely none of those, you know, tight white underwear.”

“I don’t have a cold, won’t get hives, and I don’t think I even own underwear.”

“You are sounding better every minute. Just one last thing…”

He laughed. “Don’t tell me. A quick DNA test?”

“Um, actually, yes.”

His smile froze, then faded. “You’re kidding.”

If only she were. “I’d really like to check for recessive genes that might carry a disease or disorder.”

“What?” He backed away, putting a good six inches between them. “You are serious.”

She swallowed against a bone-dry throat. “I told you it was complicated.”

“I’m not marriage material, sweetheart, and by the sound of your list—”

“No, no. I don’t want to get married.” Well, she did, but admitting that was like inviting him to leave.

He frowned, searching her face as though he could figure this out by a careful inspection. She doubted he could. “Then what do you want if not a hookup or a husband?”

“I’m looking for a…” Another failed attempt to swallow nearly choked her. “A sperm donor.”

In the two or three seconds it took to register, a symphony of emotions played over his face. Realization, surprise, disbelief, and, finally, rejection.

“Good luck with that.” He started to slide out of the booth.

“No strings attached,” she added, fighting the urge to reach out and stop him. “Not a father, not a husband, I need your—”

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