on the wind from the other houses.
“Would you like some company?” The deep, sexy
drawl came from behind her.
Yes .
Violet pivoted around and walked backwards
across the sand, a soft smile on her face when he approached her.
An inner core of delicious heat thrummed through her.
The man was gorgeous with chestnut hair and
liquid caramel eyes. He had on a sexy black wife-beater and khaki
cargo shorts, no shoes. Muscles abounded and even though he wasn’t
a star cornerback anymore, he still regularly worked out to keep
his body rock hard. Of course, why wouldn’t he since he now owned
about thirty 24-hour gyms across greater Florida.
“Are you following me?” she asked with a hint
of tease, but with a confident edge in her voice. Her plan worked.
Now, she had to figure out just how far her seduction needed to go
so she could actually feel that rock-hard body against hers
tonight.
“Do you mind?”
Violet shook her head. “Nope.”
Logan’s gaze traveled down to her feet and
back up again. When his eyes reached her face, she asked, “You like
what you see?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
She turned and barely refrained from
squealing with excitement, and continued to walk down the
beach.
He came up beside her. “Did I hear you say
you got demoted?”
Boy, he’d really been paying attention. “Yes.
Please don’t remind me.”
Logan lightly bumped his shoulder against
hers, and a searing sliver of heat swept down her arm. “I only
wanted to say I was sorry to hear it, that’s all. We can move on to
a much happier conversation if you want. Like the fact that you
don’t have a man anymore.”
“Oh. You heard that too, huh?” She smiled up
at him and was astounded by the deep voraciousness in his gaze.
“And why, pray tell, is that a happy conversation?”
He stopped her and brought her around to face
him, pulling her close as his palms traveled down her arms to her
hands. “Because I’ve been waiting a while for you to be free.”
His touch, like a spark of dynamite, sizzled
fiercely against her skin. Did he just say what she thought she
heard? He wanted her? “Have you now?” Violet played spider up his
left arm until she reached the bunched muscles of his shoulder. She
brushed her hands over the warm tensile beauty of his ripped chest
and moved lower to the expanse of his tight flat belly and slid her
fingers under his shirt.
“Yes, I have. That punk didn’t deserve you.
Especially after the way he ended it.”
“Oh.” She dropped her hand. “You heard that
too,” she said, glancing down blankly at her fingernails.
Logan cupped her under the chin, lifting her
gaze to his. “Hey. I’m glad he did.”
Violet’s gaze went high over his left
shoulder, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though it
gave her the freedom to be here with Logan, being dumped still
burned. “Why is that?”
The sky, lit up with stars that sparkled like
diamonds and she watched the change in his eyes, saw his irises
darken to a richer hue that took her breath away. Her heartbeat
quickened from anticipation, or fear, she wasn’t sure which.
Something hot drifted through her body. Something wet pooled in the
aching area between her legs, and she wanted to lose herself in his
deep, chocolate gaze.
Logan reached up and brushed his knuckles
down her cheek, over her bottom lip. He leaned forward, his breath
a whisper over her skin. “So I can do this.”
He kissed her.
At first, she didn’t believe it was
happening. A feeling of incredulity coasted around inside her when
his tongue slid into her mouth, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip.
He took his time and coaxed a response from her as he captured her
essence.
Then she remembered what this weekend was
about. Seducing Logan McMasters. And lost herself in the kiss.
Instinctively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his
neck, clutching fistfuls of his silky hair between her fingers. His
mouth was tender one moment, boldly erotic the
“Would you like some company?” The deep, sexy
drawl came from behind her.
Yes .
Violet pivoted around and walked backwards
across the sand, a soft smile on her face when he approached her.
An inner core of delicious heat thrummed through her.
The man was gorgeous with chestnut hair and
liquid caramel eyes. He had on a sexy black wife-beater and khaki
cargo shorts, no shoes. Muscles abounded and even though he wasn’t
a star cornerback anymore, he still regularly worked out to keep
his body rock hard. Of course, why wouldn’t he since he now owned
about thirty 24-hour gyms across greater Florida.
“Are you following me?” she asked with a hint
of tease, but with a confident edge in her voice. Her plan worked.
Now, she had to figure out just how far her seduction needed to go
so she could actually feel that rock-hard body against hers
tonight.
“Do you mind?”
Violet shook her head. “Nope.”
Logan’s gaze traveled down to her feet and
back up again. When his eyes reached her face, she asked, “You like
what you see?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
She turned and barely refrained from
squealing with excitement, and continued to walk down the
beach.
He came up beside her. “Did I hear you say
you got demoted?”
Boy, he’d really been paying attention. “Yes.
Please don’t remind me.”
Logan lightly bumped his shoulder against
hers, and a searing sliver of heat swept down her arm. “I only
wanted to say I was sorry to hear it, that’s all. We can move on to
a much happier conversation if you want. Like the fact that you
don’t have a man anymore.”
“Oh. You heard that too, huh?” She smiled up
at him and was astounded by the deep voraciousness in his gaze.
“And why, pray tell, is that a happy conversation?”
He stopped her and brought her around to face
him, pulling her close as his palms traveled down her arms to her
hands. “Because I’ve been waiting a while for you to be free.”
His touch, like a spark of dynamite, sizzled
fiercely against her skin. Did he just say what she thought she
heard? He wanted her? “Have you now?” Violet played spider up his
left arm until she reached the bunched muscles of his shoulder. She
brushed her hands over the warm tensile beauty of his ripped chest
and moved lower to the expanse of his tight flat belly and slid her
fingers under his shirt.
“Yes, I have. That punk didn’t deserve you.
Especially after the way he ended it.”
“Oh.” She dropped her hand. “You heard that
too,” she said, glancing down blankly at her fingernails.
Logan cupped her under the chin, lifting her
gaze to his. “Hey. I’m glad he did.”
Violet’s gaze went high over his left
shoulder, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though it
gave her the freedom to be here with Logan, being dumped still
burned. “Why is that?”
The sky, lit up with stars that sparkled like
diamonds and she watched the change in his eyes, saw his irises
darken to a richer hue that took her breath away. Her heartbeat
quickened from anticipation, or fear, she wasn’t sure which.
Something hot drifted through her body. Something wet pooled in the
aching area between her legs, and she wanted to lose herself in his
deep, chocolate gaze.
Logan reached up and brushed his knuckles
down her cheek, over her bottom lip. He leaned forward, his breath
a whisper over her skin. “So I can do this.”
He kissed her.
At first, she didn’t believe it was
happening. A feeling of incredulity coasted around inside her when
his tongue slid into her mouth, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip.
He took his time and coaxed a response from her as he captured her
essence.
Then she remembered what this weekend was
about. Seducing Logan McMasters. And lost herself in the kiss.
Instinctively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his
neck, clutching fistfuls of his silky hair between her fingers. His
mouth was tender one moment, boldly erotic the
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