Alisha couldn’t believe she was doing this again, but part of her had known being intimate with Tyler was inevitable. She’d wondered for a long time, and that pool encounter hadn’t been near enough. The setting, the man, the night…the combination all came together in some romantic trifecta that she couldn’t ignore.
But Tyler wasn’t offering her romance. He was offering her three days, which would be a fantasy for many women. So why did she have to be so confused about this? All she had to do was enjoy herself. Wasn’t that why she came to her brother’s secluded beach house? She needed to relax and enjoy her mini vacation.
Alisha met Tyler’s gaze once again, and the way he stared back at her from beneath those heavy lids had her feeling more daring than ever. But there was more. The man not only made her feel alive and vibrant, but he also made her feel sexy. Alisha had been so busy over the years, she didn’t remember the last time she had all these feelings.
With her newfound confidence, Alisha extended her arms slightly behind her until her robe fell silently to the balcony floor. Earlier she’d had the water to shield her body somewhat, but now there was nothing. She didn’t look like a twenty-year-old anymore. Her dips and curves were more pronounced, but` from Tyler’s visual lick, he enjoyed what he saw.
“Moonlight looks good on you,” he told her.
Without taking his eyes off her, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down, then stepped out of them. Alisha didn’t even try to hide the fact she was taking him in visually, the same as he had with her. The man was absolutely magnificent and no doubt had zero insecurities. There was no need.
“If I looked like you, I’d always be naked,” she told him with a laugh. “How the hell do you look like that with your job?”
He reached for her and settled his hands on her waist. “I work hard at everything I do. Career and personal life. And, Lish, you can damn well walk around naked these next three days and I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
There was such conviction in his tone, she fully believed him. Her heart did a little flip, but she had to remind herself there was nothing here beyond physical. There couldn’t be. This was Tyler. The guy who taught her how to drive a stick shift and recover from a hangover. This was the guy who had come to her rescue when her prom date dumped her two days before the dance.
He’d always just been there for her.
Always.
No, this wasn’t some start to a happily-ever-after. She couldn’t spin their fling into anything more than what it was…sex.
“Your room or mine?” she asked, lacing her fingers behind his head.
Tyler picked her up and spun around to head toward the chaise in the corner of the balcony.
“Right here,” he told her as he laid her down. “Right now.”
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