Page 54 of Craig

"Sore loser."

"Are you going to help me clean them?"

"Clean?" A frown touched her brow and dampened her enthusiasm.

"What do you mean?"

"You think that it's all finished?" he scoffed. "We have to scale and gut them in order to get them ready to put on the grill."

He lifted his brows as her frown deepened. "I'm guessing you did not take that into consideration."

"I'm not doing that." She actually started to back away with him stalking her.

"Stop that! I draw the line at- Jesus! Gutting? You mean using a knife-"

She shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. You cannot make me."

"Not so celebratory, are you?" he jeered, gripping her arms to stop her from falling into the water.

"What happened, darling? The sheen has gone off the experience?"

"I never thought- It never occurred to me that you'd have to do any of that."

"Squeamish?" She was close enough for him to feel the heat of her body.

"Just not interested. Craig-"

"I'll do the nasty work while you watch."

"I don't want to watch." She started to push at him, but he only tightened his hold.

"Don't." Her voice started out sharp at first, and she told herself that she had every intention of pushing away.

But her limbs were weak, and the blood was pounding inside her head.

"Regina." Her name was a whispered prayer as he drew her towards him.

All around them, the call of nature could be heard, but then everything went still as if in tune with the emotions rioting through their bodies. His hands drifted up her arms to encircle her neck, and she was powerless to do anything but watch as his jade green eyes darkened and his head lowered.

His breath feathered over her mouth, potent and completely irresistible. Her hands lifted of their own volition, fingers curling into the shirt clinging to his chest.

He had abandoned the jacket before he started fishing, and the early morning sun had left his skin damp, the shirt molding to his skin. He smelled wonderful and earthy.

The sexual tug she felt was so powerful it left her weak and reeling. Her fingers curled into the shirt, pulling him even closer as her head lifted.

Biting off a groan, he brushed his lips against hers, gently at first as if testing the waters. When he started to nibble, he felt his body burgeoning at the quick catch of her breath.

He captured the full bottom lip between his teeth, the hunger for her filling him and overflowing. His arms encircled her waist to bring her flushed against him.

Regina was lost. It was no use trying to tell herself that she didn't want him.

She had never been one to lie to herself. She was facing facts right now, and she wanted him with a passion that was taking over.

Feeling her response, Craig used his tongue to soothe the bite and entered her mouth slowly. He took his time to savor, to taste, to allow the texture and feel of her to seep inside him.

He was drowning in her scent. She was everywhere inside him, filling him with a need that tore him to shreds.