side of the chair and stood.
Nice.
He stopped.
The killer legs belonged to Maddie. She sauntered seductively around the pool, wearing a skimpy purple bikini. The sun reflected off her auburn hair, swinging about her creamy shoulders.
He’d known Maddie all these years, but he’d never seen her wear anything other than khakis and jeans.
She had an enticing navel, some fine curvy hips and delicate ankles.
Since when did ankles do it for him?
She was one of the prettiest babes at the resort.
Man.
Oh.
Man.
He had to curb the urge to wrap his towel around her when he noticed a few guys eyeing her. Eyeing? More like salivating. He shouldn’t judge, since he wanted to run over and tackle her himself. His admiration of her was now more than visual, so he strategically placed his magazine, letting it dangle against his lower abs.
For the first time since he’d known her, he admitted to himself she wasn’t only attractive ¾ Holy Mother of God ¾ she was hot.
Hmmm, Maddie thought.
The butterflies in her stomach multiplied at the sight of Alex—who had finally joined the kick-back-on-the-beach set—striding toward her. God, he looked awesome in his electric-blue shorts. They were slung low on his trim waist and came to just above his knees, showcasing his sturdy legs. He was shirtless and she admired his ripped chest with its sprinkling of dark hair. A thin line of darkness trailed down toward his pleasure region. Yowza.
Lordy, his abs could cut glass. Rock-hard, six-pack heaven.
And then there was his olive skin ¾ inherited from his Italian mother’s side of the family ¾ which glowed bronze under the sun’s rays. His twinkling eyes and strong, stubbled chin were a potent combination of rugged charm and sex appeal that could make even a nun renounce her vows.
He looked relaxed and ready to party. If she had her way, it would be a party for two. Sex with him, she thought, would be nothing short of incredible.
He came up to her, holding a magazine somewhat awkwardly across his body. His shoulders relaxed when she flashed him a smile.
“Maddie.”
“Hey, stud. I see your chick-magnet muscles are in great shape.” She squeezed his arm and tilted her head toward the pool, where numerous thong-clad women ogled him with interest. “Were you working all day?”
His lazy grin displayed straight white teeth. “Guilty.”
She clutched his wrist and shook it. “Loosen up.”
He pointed to their handsome, sandy brown-haired friend, lounging in a chair a few feet away. “Like Moon Doggie?”
She tossed her towel at Tim and hit him in the head. Tim tossed it back to her, keeping his eyes on the women in the pool. “He’s been busy making time with the silicone buffet.”
“Okay, I’m ready to loosen up . What’s on the agenda?”
“Let’s warm up the stools at the karaoke bar tonight.”
“On one condition.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “No sneaky attempts to pull me onto the stage to sing.”
It must have been sheer animal instinct that made her turn her head and graze the palm of his hand with her lips.
Her bones melted like an ice cube on hot cement, and she swayed.
The teasing glint in his eyes morphed to a smoldering intensity, trapping the breath in her lungs.
The sounds of laughter around the patio and the piped-in ukulele music faded away like clouds on the horizon.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She wanted to strip off her bikini and his trunks, press their bodies together and feel him buried deep inside of her.
He leaned toward her a fraction.
A thrill of anxious anticipation dusted her spine.
She trembled. Lordy, Lordy, I’m an eyelash away from his lips. I can almost taste…
Tim appeared behind Alex and slapped his back. “You springing for a steak dinner for us?”
Alex recovered his composure first and stepped back.
She wanted to smack Tim upside the head.
A cool breeze wafted in from the ocean, sending a shiver from the tips of her
Nice.
He stopped.
The killer legs belonged to Maddie. She sauntered seductively around the pool, wearing a skimpy purple bikini. The sun reflected off her auburn hair, swinging about her creamy shoulders.
He’d known Maddie all these years, but he’d never seen her wear anything other than khakis and jeans.
She had an enticing navel, some fine curvy hips and delicate ankles.
Since when did ankles do it for him?
She was one of the prettiest babes at the resort.
Man.
Oh.
Man.
He had to curb the urge to wrap his towel around her when he noticed a few guys eyeing her. Eyeing? More like salivating. He shouldn’t judge, since he wanted to run over and tackle her himself. His admiration of her was now more than visual, so he strategically placed his magazine, letting it dangle against his lower abs.
For the first time since he’d known her, he admitted to himself she wasn’t only attractive ¾ Holy Mother of God ¾ she was hot.
Hmmm, Maddie thought.
The butterflies in her stomach multiplied at the sight of Alex—who had finally joined the kick-back-on-the-beach set—striding toward her. God, he looked awesome in his electric-blue shorts. They were slung low on his trim waist and came to just above his knees, showcasing his sturdy legs. He was shirtless and she admired his ripped chest with its sprinkling of dark hair. A thin line of darkness trailed down toward his pleasure region. Yowza.
Lordy, his abs could cut glass. Rock-hard, six-pack heaven.
And then there was his olive skin ¾ inherited from his Italian mother’s side of the family ¾ which glowed bronze under the sun’s rays. His twinkling eyes and strong, stubbled chin were a potent combination of rugged charm and sex appeal that could make even a nun renounce her vows.
He looked relaxed and ready to party. If she had her way, it would be a party for two. Sex with him, she thought, would be nothing short of incredible.
He came up to her, holding a magazine somewhat awkwardly across his body. His shoulders relaxed when she flashed him a smile.
“Maddie.”
“Hey, stud. I see your chick-magnet muscles are in great shape.” She squeezed his arm and tilted her head toward the pool, where numerous thong-clad women ogled him with interest. “Were you working all day?”
His lazy grin displayed straight white teeth. “Guilty.”
She clutched his wrist and shook it. “Loosen up.”
He pointed to their handsome, sandy brown-haired friend, lounging in a chair a few feet away. “Like Moon Doggie?”
She tossed her towel at Tim and hit him in the head. Tim tossed it back to her, keeping his eyes on the women in the pool. “He’s been busy making time with the silicone buffet.”
“Okay, I’m ready to loosen up . What’s on the agenda?”
“Let’s warm up the stools at the karaoke bar tonight.”
“On one condition.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “No sneaky attempts to pull me onto the stage to sing.”
It must have been sheer animal instinct that made her turn her head and graze the palm of his hand with her lips.
Her bones melted like an ice cube on hot cement, and she swayed.
The teasing glint in his eyes morphed to a smoldering intensity, trapping the breath in her lungs.
The sounds of laughter around the patio and the piped-in ukulele music faded away like clouds on the horizon.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She wanted to strip off her bikini and his trunks, press their bodies together and feel him buried deep inside of her.
He leaned toward her a fraction.
A thrill of anxious anticipation dusted her spine.
She trembled. Lordy, Lordy, I’m an eyelash away from his lips. I can almost taste…
Tim appeared behind Alex and slapped his back. “You springing for a steak dinner for us?”
Alex recovered his composure first and stepped back.
She wanted to smack Tim upside the head.
A cool breeze wafted in from the ocean, sending a shiver from the tips of her
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