That too warm, blushing feeling washed over Cassie again when he looked at her. He wanted to spend time with her. It made her light-headed and giddy.
“Yeah. I am. You said I'm not ready to bring you up to my room, but maybe we can go to your place.”
“Slow down, tiger,” he said gently.
Cassie felt her cheeks heat. She was pushing this too hard. She needed to slow down and enjoy herself. The point was to have fun this week. Not just to get laid. She was supposed to let loose and be a little wild, not sleep with anything that showed the slightest interest. She didn't have to be like her ex.
“Right. Um, an activity then? Outdoors, so I can't tempt you,” Cassie replied. “Or you tempt me.”
“You ever go jet-skiing?”
Cassie shook her head. “I'm not even a hundred percent sure what that is,” she admitted.
Wyatt grinned. “I'm guessing you're not wearing a swimming suit under that dress.” He eyed the dress appreciatively, and Cassie felt that familiar heat creep up again. “Meet me by the dock in fifteen minutes with your suit on. You can swim, right?”
“Of course I can swim,” Cassie replied indignantly, crossing her arms.
Wyatt grinned and stood from the table. “I'll see you in fifteen then.”
He winked and walked away, leaving her at the table. She sat there blinking for a moment, still trying to figure out what was happening.
Was this really happening? Had she managed to flirt herself into a date? Was this even a real date? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't about to waste the opportunity.
There was too much at stake. She might actually have fun.
Chapter Six
Wyatt
Wyatt couldn't believe he'd turned her down. Again. She'd offered him another chance in her bed, and he'd said no. That he wanted to wait.
He was an idiot.
His body wanted her. He'd been glad that the table hid his obvious attraction to her. She was made for loving with her soft curves and warm smile. Today's dress was worse for his self-control than yesterday's dress. The dress was practically see-through, and he kept staring, hoping that he'd catch a glance of something.
It was a beautiful kind of torture.
And then she'd offered herself to him — screaming orgasms in her room.
Usually, after a suggestion like that, he would be the one dragging the girl up the stairs to her room. But those dates always ended with him leaving before she fell asleep. He didn't remember their names. They blurred together. While fun, they went quickly. They didn't mean anything to him.
He didn't want Cassie to blur. He wanted her to remain crisp and perfect in his memory. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to enjoy this.
It was different than his usual seductions.
It felt better.
Wyatt paused as he walked the length of the dock to where the jet-skis waited. What was he thinking? Cassie was just another tourist. She would leave in a couple of days. She would fade into another happy memory just like the rest. So why was he trying to make this last? Why did he want to take his time and actually get to know her?
He didn't have an answer for that.
You're just making it last longer, he told himself. That was the reason. He was making the seduction last. He was enjoying her and this way, he would have more time. She wouldn't just disappear after sex. This was a way to get three days instead of only one. He was trying something new.
Sure. That was it.
He put a mini-cooler from the bar and a hotel beach towel into the small storage area of the jet-ski he'd rented. He tried to wait patiently. To any observer, he looked calm, but inside, he was all butterflies and electric energy. Every person that stepped out onto the deck caught his attention. He checked his watch every thirty seconds, each time surprised to see that only half a minute had passed. To him, it felt like hours.
Finally, she arrived, right at the fifteen minute mark. She wore a long t-shirt and sandals. Her hair was pulled back up into a ponytail. She chewed on her lip as she approached the dock and then broke into a full-fledged smile as soon as she saw him.