Desire After Dark: A Gansett Island Novel (3 page)

Slim parked the truck at the pharmacy
and turned off the engine. “You okay over there? You’re awfully quiet.”

“Just thinking.”

“What I wouldn’t give to know what goes on inside that head of yours.”

Erin laughed at the way he said that. “It’s probably better that you don’t.”

“I don’t know about that. Wait for me.”

At first she didn’t know what he meant, and then he was opening her door and helping
her out of the truck. “While I appreciate your manners, I’m perfectly capable of getting out by myself.”

“You get me, you get my manners, too, sweetheart.” He also held the door to the pharmacy for her and ushered her in ahead of him with a hand to her lower back.

As a fully self-sufficient woman, she wanted to argue some more about his need to play the role of protective alpha man.
But she enjoyed the courtesy too much to protest. She’d never been with a man who was so consistent about holding doors, and though it would take some getting used to, she decided she could live with his brand of gallantry.

They found a picked-over display of Christmas decorations in the front of the store. There were six boxes of white lights left, and he grabbed all of them.

“Why
do we need so many lights?” Erin asked.

“My rule is, until it hurts to look at the tree, you don’t have enough lights. Six boxes ought to do it.”

“That’s ridiculous, but if you insist...”

“I do.” With the lights tucked under one arm, Slim reached for a box of gold ornaments.

Erin stopped him. “I like your beachcombing idea. It’s much more original than generic gold
balls.”

“It’ll be cold out there today.”

“I can handle it if you can with your thin Florida blood.”

His rich, wicked-sounding laugh sent a bolt of heat rippling through her body. He was sexy all the time, but when he laughed or smiled, his sexiness reached incendiary levels. “You’re on, babe.”

And she liked when he called her that and sweetheart. She liked it an awful
lot.

W
hen they went
to pay for the lights, Grace Ryan was working the register with another woman who was also wearing a white pharmacist’s coat.

“What’re you doing up here and not doling out drugs in the back?” Slim asked.

“This is what happens when you own the place and someone calls out
sick,” she said with a wry smile. “This is Fiona Connolly, also a pharmacist. Fiona, meet Slim Jackson, resident summer pilot, and Erin Barton, lighthouse keeper.”

“Nice to meet you.” Fiona shook hands with both of them. She was tall and fair-skinned with reddish brown hair and pretty brown eyes.

“Another pharmacist on Gansett?” Slim asked.

“She’s covering when I’m away for
the wedding and possibly longer if I can talk her into staying.”

“Where’re you going?” Slim asked.

“Evan has decided to make a go of his music with Buddy’s label, and I’ll be traveling with him. Fiona is one of my pharmacy school friends. She’s thinking about holding down the fort for me here while we’re on the road.”

“I’m spending a few days here before the holiday to see
how I feel about the isolation,” Fiona added.

“That’s amazing news about Evan and the plans to tour,” Slim said. “I wondered what he’d do after his song hit number one.”

“He’s doing what he should be doing, and I’m going with him. So we need to show Fiona how much fun we have here on Gansett, even in the off-season, so she’ll want to stay for longer than a week,” Grace said, smiling
at Fiona.

“Are you coming to Alex and Jenny’s tonight?” Erin asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Bring Fiona. Jenny won’t mind. The more the merrier.”

“That’s our motto on Gansett,” Grace said for Fiona’s benefit. “Which is why our circle of friends seems to expand exponentially.”

“Sounds like fun,” Fiona said. “I’d love to go, if you’re sure your friend won’t mind.”

“I know she won’t,” Erin said, “but if you’d feel better, I’ll text her to tell her I invited you.”

“That’d be nice. Thank you.”

Grace rang up the sale of the lights, which Slim paid for before Erin could get her wallet out of her purse. He was too quick for her.

“Are you counting down to the big day?” he asked Grace as he pocketed his wallet.

“I can’t wait.”
To Erin, she said, “You should come with Slim. We’d love to have you.”

“Come where?”

“Oh, sorry—to my wedding in Anguilla. It was supposed to be in Turks and Caicos, but our resort was damaged by a storm, so they moved us to Anguilla. Somehow we will make do.”

Slim laughed at the way she said that last part.

“I’d love to have you there, Erin. Please think about coming.
It’s going to be a blast. I think half the island is coming.”

“Now that you mention it, I remember Jenny saying that she and Alex are going. Thanks for the invite. I’ll have to see what’s going on.”

“No pressure, but it’s a chance to escape this freezing weather for a few days.”

“That does sound tempting,” Erin said as her heart pounded with anxiety at the thought of flying
to Anguilla—or anywhere else, for that matter.

“Could I trouble you for an extra bag?” Slim asked Grace.

“Sure, here you go.” She gave him a plastic bag with the words
Ryan’s Pharmacy
stamped on it in blue letters.

“Thanks, see you tonight,” Slim said as he ushered Erin out the door with the proprietary hand on her lower back. He held the door to the truck and waited until
she was settled to close the door.

“Should we hit the grocery store while we’re in town?” he asked after he got into the driver’s seat.

“I have plenty of everything, but if there’s anything in particular you want, we can.”

“I need my Ketel One. And beer.”

“I got your favorite vodka, but we can stop at the liquor store for the beer on the way home.”

“Thanks for
thinking of me.” He directed the truck to the town beach and parked in the deserted lot. “Let’s go see what we can find.”

While indulging his need to come around and help her out of the car, Erin pulled on gloves and tied her scarf tighter around her neck. Then she tied and untied the scarf again, making sure the left side was knotted over the right. Why that mattered, she couldn’t say.
It just needed to be that way or bad things might happen.

Carrying the bag he’d gotten from Grace, Slim took hold of her hand to help her over the sea wall and kept his hand wrapped firmly around hers while they walked. She was almost sorry she’d put on gloves, but she could still feel the heat of his bare hand warming hers.

They went down close to the water, where a long strip of
seaweed made for fertile beachcombing. As was her routine, Erin stepped over the seaweed with her left foot. The right foot could never go first.

He stopped to pick up a scallop shell and held it up for her inspection.

Nodding in approval, she took advantage of the opportunity to remove her gloves, hoping he’d hold her hand again.

They walked the length of the beach, filling
the bag with shells of all shapes and sizes as well as tiny pieces of driftwood and a long-dead starfish. With the wind whipping around them, it was hard to hear each other, so they didn’t say much. They didn’t need to. They kept up a steady communication with expressions and shared smiles over a particularly good find.

He ran ahead of her, stopping to scoop up an object that defied description.
At one time it might’ve been a shell of some sort. Now it had barnacles growing on it and a starfish stuck to one end. Slim held it up high and shouted, “Topper?”

“Works for me!”

Smiling, he added it to the bag, which was nearly full. He took hold of her right hand for the walk back to the truck against the cold wind that brought tears to their eyes. Erin wanted to switch hands so
he’d hold the left one instead. It took effort not to ask if they could switch, but she withheld the obsessive urge, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way she favored her left side, even though she was right-handed.

She’d given a lot of thought to the question of why the left side and had come to the conclusion that it was because when they were photographed as children, Toby had usually been
on the left and she on the right. That was the best explanation she—and many therapists—had for the odd left-side fixation she’d developed after his death.

Back in the truck, he blasted the heat and rubbed his frozen hands together. “This is going to be the coolest Christmas tree ever.”

“It’ll certainly be the most unique.”

“I just thought of something we need from the grocery
store,” he said as they drove away from the beach.

“What’s that?”

“Bleach. Unless we want your cute little lighthouse to smell like a bait shop tomorrow.”

“Um, no bait shop, please.”

“Not to worry. I gotcha covered.” He told her to stay warm in the car while he ran into the store, emerging ten minutes later with three big paper bags in his arms. “Saw a couple of other
things we needed to get into the Christmas spirit.”

“Like what?”

“Hot chocolate, steak, baked potatoes and candles for the table. I’d rather make you dinner than take you out when it’s freezing.”

“You might be the best houseguest I’ve ever had.”

“You just found me out. My goal is to get invited back.”

Erin could tell she surprised him when she reached for his
hand. “You have a standing invite.”

His smile lit up his eyes, and he leaned in to kiss her. “God, I’ve been dying to do that for hours now.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Afraid to scare you off. You’re kind of skittish about all this, aren’t you?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“How come?”

Erin drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. “It’s been a long time,
a very long time, since I allowed anything like this to happen.”

“And what exactly would you say is happening?”

His intense gaze made it impossible for her to look away. “I don’t know yet, but today’s been fun so far.”

He reached out to drag his fingertip over her cheek, which made her want to lean into his touch. “Best day I’ve had since the last time I saw you.” Keeping
his eyes open, he kissed her again, softly, fleetingly. Too fleetingly for her liking. It only left her wanting more, which was probably another one of his goals.

After a quick stop at the liquor store, they headed to the lighthouse, where Slim wrestled the tree up the spiral staircase. “Whoever had the big idea to put spiral stairs in here wasn’t thinking about Christmas,” he muttered,
holding the tree over his head as he navigated the tight curves.

“And now you see why I didn’t bother with a tree.”

“It’ll be worth it. You’ll see.”

Thankfully, the tree came with a built-in cross stand that made it easy to position in a corner of the living room. Next, he saw to soaking their “ornaments” in bleach in a bucket he unearthed from the mudroom.

Entertained
by his industriousness, Erin brewed a cup of tea and offered him some.

“No tea for me, thanks. I’m a coffee guy, and only in the morning.”

She filed away the information along with the other things she was learning about him as they spent more time together. Taking her tea to the sofa, she watched him string the lights until he was satisfied with the coverage.

“Does it hurt
to look at?” he asked.

Smiling, she said, “Downright painful.”

“Perfect.”

Using fishing string and superglue he found in a kitchen drawer, Slim created hooks for their ornaments and handed them to her for placement, until the only thing left was the topper that was so ugly it was beautiful. Slim surprised her when he placed his hands at her hips and lifted her so she could
do the honors.

He brought her down slowly and gently and then turned her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “It’s beautiful,” he said of the tree, but he was looking at her.

“Yes, it is. I love it. Thank you for talking me into getting a tree.”

“Thank you for letting me talk you into it.”

He stared down at her, and then raised his hands to frame her face.

Erin couldn’t breathe as she waited to see what he would do, and he didn’t disappoint.

His lips came down on hers, and there was nothing tentative about this kiss. This one was all about desire and passion and the desperate need that had been building between them for months.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his tongue. Then they were falling, landing on
the sofa in a tangle of arms and legs and hot, sexy kisses that left her breathless and yearning for more. Too fast. This was happening way too fast, but damn if she could summon the wherewithal to slow it down.

In reality, it’d been happening for months with hours of conversation and flirting building to the kind of spontaneous combustion she’d only read about and heard others talk about.
She’d certainly never experienced anything like it herself. Until now, until him.

When he pushed her sweater up, he pulled back from her only long enough to remove it before recapturing her lips, which were now stinging from the intensity of their kisses.

“Ah, Christ,” he said, drawing back for a better look at the black bra she’d bought at Tiffany Taylor’s store last week “just
in case” something like this happened with him. The dazzled expression on his face was worth the exorbitant cost of the bra. Wait till he got a look at the matching panties. “You’re so fucking sexy, and you don’t even realize it.” His words were uttered in a low growl that had her tingling all over from what he said as much as how he said it.

He made her feel sexy, not only with how he
looked at her now, but with the way he flirted with her constantly, letting her know how interested he was in being with her. A woman could get caught up in a man who made her the center of his attention.

He placed soft, strategic kisses along the tops of her breasts, which were overflowing the confines of the bra.

Erin squirmed under him, pressing against the thick erection that
rested against her leg and drawing a deep groan from him. Finding the hem of his sweater, she worked it up and over his head, desperate for the feel of his skin against hers. His back, chest and arms were ripped with muscles that flexed as he moved above her.

He tugged on the bra. “Where’s the hook?”

She reached between breasts that had always been too big for her liking and released
the front clasp. His gaze burned with lust as her breasts sprang free of the bra and into his waiting hands, making her thankful for the overabundance for the first time ever.

“So, so hot,” he whispered as he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making her cry out from the shock as much as the powerful sense of need that had her arching into him, asking for more.

She grasped handfuls of his hair and held on as he tended one nipple and then the other.

His cell phone rang, but he ignored it as he kept up the sensual assault that had her on the verge of release, and he’d barely touched her. If he could do that with his hands and tongue…

God, this was crazy. She’d never reacted to any man the way she did him, and she was about to give in to the
overwhelming attraction when his phone rang again.

Slim groaned and dropped his head to her chest. “Don’t they know I’m very busy at the moment?”

She laughed at the frustration she heard in his tone, because it more than matched hers.

The phone went silent, and he smiled down at her, keeping his gaze fixed on hers as he kissed her softly. “One minute we’re topping off the
tree, and the next…”

She ran her hands over his back. “Not sure how we got all half naked.”

His smile was positively wolfish. “Do I need to give you a recap?” The phone rang again, making him groan louder than the first time. “This had better be a fucking code-red emergency, or someone is a dead man.” Raising himself up and off her, he went to get his phone from his coat pocket while
she took in the sight of his spectacular chest and back. “
What?
” His scowl immediately morphed into concern. “Hey, take a breath. Say that again?” After a long pause, he said, “Yes, of course. I’ll meet you there in ten minutes. No, it’s fine. Just keep breathing, okay? Yeah, I know. I’ll see you in ten.”