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The towel she’d dropped earlier lay at her feet. Amy leaned over to pick it up, deliberately keeping her legs straight while pushing her ass back and pressing it into his groin.
Her mood perked up. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one affected by their antics. She straightened and handed him her towel. “You need this more than I do. Remember the children. We have to keep things decent.”
His smile vanished and the gleam in his eyes bordered on dangerous, making her heart pound. “Is that really what you want? To keep things decent?”
Hunger swept through her. Kissing him was no longer enough. She wanted to lie down and do downright indecent things with him.
And if the rigidity of the erection that had nestled against her buttocks was anything to go by, Daniel wanted the same thing.
Their relationship had reached a turning point. There was no going back now—only forward. But until she had some answers, they couldn’t go anywhere.
Amy grabbed his arms. Tiny jolts of electricity pulsed from his skin. “That day at Tamarama, you said you’d discovered something about yourself, something you weren’t ready to talk about. What was it?”
“You know the answer. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Spell it out for me.”
“There’s no need.” His eyes were dark, his gaze heated.
Her blood smoldered. He wore the same glazed expression he’d had that day at the beach. At the time, she’d mistaken it for worry—now she knew better.
The look on his face was desire.
“Clarify it anyway—so there are no misunderstandings. What exactly did you tell Vicky?”
He stared at her for the longest time, his eyes now a stormy gray. Emotion played across his face, but she couldn’t read it. “Danny, please.”
His gaze softened. “I told her I don’t treat you the way I should. I take advantage of you and of our friendship.”
Not true. Not even a little bit true. But that wasn’t the crux of what he’d discussed with Vicky, and Amy knew it. “And?”
“And Vicky suggested I change my behavior and attitude. She told me life’s too short to mess around with the people you…care about. She insisted I do whatever it took to show you how much you mean to me.”
“You’re my best friend. I know how much I mean to you.”
“You don’t have a clue.”
“Then tell me. Please.”
“How specific should I be?” His voice was hoarse, and his chest so close the fine hairs sprinkled on it teased her nipples every time he inhaled.
“Very.”
“Are you listening carefully?”
She nodded.
Daniel pulled her body flush against his and molded his lips to hers.
And Amy finally heard him.
He wanted her. His mouth told her as it worked hungrily on hers, tantalizing, licking, sucking, and tasting. His arms told her as they trembled beneath her grasp. His physical reaction told her—his nipples hardened against her breasts and his hips ground into hers, pressing his erection firmly into her stomach.
Most of all, the low, throaty groan that emanated from deep inside him told her.
She wanted him, too.
When the kiss ended, and Amy finally found her breath again, she murmured, “Now I know.”