Last Virgin In California. Maureen Child

fun?”

      There was a long pause while he thought about it. Then he said, “Sometimes. Most times, it was work. I’m the oldest, so I was usually left in charge and—”

      “So giving orders really comes naturally to you.”

      “All right…”

      “Sorry,” she said. “Go on.”

      “Not much more to tell.” She felt him shrug. “I have one younger sister and three brothers. Triplets.”

      “Triplets. Wow. Identical?”

      “Oh, yeah. Almost no one can tell them apart.”

      “But you can,” she said, enjoying that hum of pride in his tone again.

      “Sure. They’re my brothers.”

      “And your niece?”

      “Ah,” he said, his voice warming, “Emily’s a heartbreaker. And since she’s walking now, she’s driving Kelly, my sister, nuts.”

      Lilah enjoyed hearing about his family. Love filled his voice when he spoke about them and as he painted word pictures, she drew their images in her mind. The brothers looked like Kevin, she guessed, although she was willing to bet they weren’t as handsome. After all, what were the odds of having four gorgeous men in one family?

      She imagined Kelly and her baby and—

      “What’s Kelly’s husband like?” she asked, assuming the woman was married. She couldn’t imagine Kevin Rogan, master of all he surveyed, allowing his sister to be a single mother.

      Beneath her hand, the muscles of his arm tensed slightly before relaxing again. Hmm. Not too fond of the brother-in-law, was he?

      “Jeff’s a Marine. He’s on duty now. Somewhere.”

      “Somewhere?”

      “He’s Recon. Kelly doesn’t even know where the hell he is.”

      “And you’re not happy about that,” she said.

      He shrugged again and Lilah wished she could see his expression, but the fog was still too thick, sliding past them like phantom fingers.

      “Marines make lousy husbands, that’s all.”

      “Kind of a generality, don’t you think?”

      “Personal experience.”

      Ah. She remembered what her father had had to say about Kevin’s ex-wife leaving him a mess, so Lilah trod carefully. She didn’t want him to know she’d heard anything about his past. He didn’t seem the kind of man to enjoy knowing that his private life was still being talked about.

      “So you were a lousy husband?”

      His footsteps faltered slightly, then he went on and if she hadn’t been paying such close attention, she might not have noticed the hesitation at all.

      “My ex-wife must have thought so,” was all he said.

      “Was she a good wife?” She probably shouldn’t have asked that, but Lilah’s nature was something she couldn’t fight. She didn’t mean to be nosey, exactly. It was simply that she couldn’t keep herself from trying to help. Whether that help was wanted or not.

      “I’d rather not talk about it.”

      “It might help,” she said. “Sometimes telling a stranger your problems makes them easier to solve.”

      “There’s nothing to help,” he said, his voice low and sharp as a knife. “It’s over. My marriage ended a couple of years ago.”

      Maybe, she thought. But there seemed to be a part of him that hadn’t let go. Though she doubted he’d admit that under threat of torture. And, since she’d been enjoying herself up until this minute, she let the conversation end. No point in starting a fight.

      She stumbled over something in the dark and would have pitched face forward into the dirt if he hadn’t caught her.

      His hands at her waist, he held on to her while she steadied herself and Lilah tried not to feel the heat from his hands pouring into her body.

      This was ridiculous. She was twenty-six years old. The last living virgin in California. She had a pretend fiancé and absolutely no business being swept away by a good-looking Marine with a bad attitude and a glorious smile.

      And yet…

      She stared up at him and the mist enveloping them parted, drifting away on the sea air and leaving them in a patch of moonlight. He hadn’t let her go and Lilah felt every imprint of his fingers, right through her sweater and the shirt she wore beneath it. His pulse beat seemed to hammer into her, accelerating her own heartbeat and twisting her stomach into knots.

      “This is a bad idea,” he said, his gaze moving over her face as if seeing her for the first time.

      “Terrible,” she agreed.

      “We have nothing in common.”

      “Absolutely zip.” She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and watched his gaze follow the action. Her stomach pitched again as though she were on some high-flying roller coaster and taking the long dip in a rush of speed.

      “You’re only here for a month.”

      She nodded. “Maybe less.”

      “You’re engaged.”

      “Oh, yeah.”

      “And,” he whispered as he lowered his head toward hers, “if I don’t kiss you right now, I just might lose what’s left of my mind.”

      She went up on her toes, rising to meet him. “Can’t have that,” she said on a sigh.

      Lilah kept her eyes open and watched him come closer. But when his lips came down on hers, her eyes closed and breath left her body. If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she would have dropped, because her knees gave out the instant his tongue touched hers.

      She groaned and leaned into him. His arms came around her like an iron vise, pressing her to him, holding her length along his. His hands swept up and down her back, stroking, caressing.

      His mouth tantalized her, his breath dusted across her cheek and she felt the pounding of his heart slamming against her chest. He explored her mouth, tracing the tip of his tongue along her teeth, her cheeks, drawing the last of her breath from her. She gave as good as she got, returning his caresses while she clung to his shoulders in an effort to keep from puddling on the ground at his feet.

      Never, she thought wildly, as sensation after sensation coursed through her body. Never had she felt anything like this. It was as if sparklers had been set off inside her. Her blood dazzled and bubbled in her veins as a low down, deep-seated throbbing pulsed to life within her.

      He growled. Actually growled. And tightened his hold on her. His kiss deepened until she was sure he was trying to devour her and Lilah was so afraid he wouldn’t.

      She wanted more. Wanted to feel his hands on her. Wanted to slide, skin to skin and relish the experience of having Kevin Rogan be the man to finally broach her body’s last defenses.

      She felt as though she’d been waiting all her life for this one moment. Here in the moonlight, with the patchy fog drifting like gossamer threads around them, she’d found the skyrockets that all the romance novels she’d ever read had promised.

      The question was, what was she going to do about it?

      Chapter Five

      Reason pushed its way into his brain and instantly, Kevin released her and took a step back. His arms felt empty without her. He still had the taste of her in his mouth and he knew that had been a big mistake. And even knowing that, it was all he could do to keep from grabbing her again and having another taste.