Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Originally appeared in the “Some Like It Hot” Anthology
Release Date: September 23, 2014
It’s a vacation Meredith Taylor will never forget. A sunny beach, good friends and good times. But when she overhears a couple having a passionate interlude on the balcony above her one night, she can’t get the man’s sultry voice out of her mind. Especially when she figures out exactly who that man is…
Cameron Moore always had an eye on his best friend’s little sister but considered her strictly off limits, choosing to satisfy his lust elsewhere. Now Meri seems to want to annihilate every wall Cam’s put up against her. The beach is hot, the drinks are cold, Meredith is irresistible, and something has to give. Will it only be the walls between them, or their hearts as well?
Meredith knocked back one of her oysters. He watched the bliss cross her face as she swallowed and felt something he’d been trying to deny—his cock throbbing in his pants. “Mmm,” she said, sweeping her tongue across her lips. “Heaven on a shell.”
He wasn’t crazy about them himself—a taste he’d never really acquired—but he was enjoying the hell out of watching her. Her blush from earlier remained, and it intensified as she sipped her wine. “Oh my God, Cam. This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”
Cameron laughed. “I think it was yours.”
“No.” She shook her head, flicking a curl behind her shoulder and displaying the creamy expanse of skin above her neckline. “It was yours too, you just didn’t want to admit it.”
“I didn’t, huh?”
“Nope.” Her eyelids had grown heavier, he could see, hooding her blue pinwheel irises. Beautiful. Whether from the wine or the food or—dare he think it?—lust, it looked good on her. She’d bloomed. Maybe it was a combination of all three, a perfect storm leading him to his demise.
He’d go smiling.
Yesterday, he’d been halfway pissed that she seemed to ignore him. Today, he’d been halfway pissed that she’d kissed him. Asked him out. Obviously had thought of him as something more. What the hell?
She ate. She drank. She touched his hand, and he didn’t move it. Her foot brushed his under the table, and he didn’t move it. He should have. He should’ve acted like he’d been struck by lightning. He should have been responsible. Her eyes grew heavier, and he felt that weight in his dick. Hell, he didn’t have to drink a drop; he was drunk off her alone.
“Meri,” he said, holding her sultry gaze, “I think you need to slow down. In more ways than one.”
She giggled, teeth white against her naturally reddened lips. She had the tiniest speck of cocktail sauce at the corner of her mouth; he couldn’t stop himself from reaching across the table and swiping it away with his thumb. Her eyes closed; she caught his hand in hers, holding it there.
That soft touch was a trap he couldn’t spring. Like a desperate wild animal, he was caught, helpless. She turned her lips to his hand. Didn’t kiss, didn’t do anything…let him feel. Then, astoundingly, she drew his hand down to her breast.