tures for the lonely nights to come once she was done with you.
"Nope. Men are too needy to keep one for more than a night," she said, smiling before she pulled her hand from me.
"I agree. I try hard to be gentle when letting them down, though." I shrugged. "Such sensitive creatures."
She laughed, and I enjoyed the sound of it. "Are you going to the party tomorrow that Clint's throwing?"
"I am." I let my eyes run across her, enjoying how very tiny her bathing suit was. "How about you come home with me? I make a mean margarita. You look like you could use a drink or two."
She glanced around as if thinking things through.
I jumped back in, hoping to seal the deal. "No pressure for anything more than a walk-through town and a drink."
"Yeah. Okay." She nodded toward the other side of the beach. "Let me grab my shorts and tell my friends where I'm going."
"I'm over there near the red boat." I pointed before reaching out and touching her hand. "Hurry. I don't like to be kept waiting."
She bit her lip and turned, surprising me a little as she jogged across the beach. I returned to Daniel and offered him a hand. "Let's go, buddy. I have a date for the afternoon."
"What?" He glanced around. "Where?"
"She's coming from the other side of the beach." I walked out toward the water, waiting as she jogged up with a smile on her pretty mouth. "This is Dina. Daniel."
I introduced them and forced myself to keep the laugh trapped behind my teeth that wanted to leak out. The look on Daniel's face as he looked at the beautiful vixen was hilarious.
We got on the boat, and I settled down beside her, putting my arm over her shoulders as she and Daniel conversed the whole way back to the dock.
I got out of the boat and offered her my hand, pulling her up and looking over my shoulder at my friend.
"I'll be back in a bit. Thanks for driving." I winked at him as he scoffed at me and mumbled something under his breath.
"So, where are you from?" She walked close to me as I tugged on my t-shirt. For a woman who knew she was headed to a one-night stand, she was starting with a question that most experienced people wouldn't ask.
Keep it shallow – that was the rule.
"Up the road." I wrapped an arm around her shoulders again and turned in front of the house, walking toward town. "Let's grab an ice cream cone and head back to my place."
"Sounds good to me." Her fingers teased my hip as she slipped them under my shirt and snuggled against my side.
"You sound good to me." I licked at my lips subtly as she glanced up. No reason to put up pretenses. The ice cream was a way of saying thank you for her letting me use her for the afternoon. It wasn't much, but she seemed pleased with it.
"I am good, but if you're thinking you’re getting in my bathing suit bottoms without me knowing anything about you, you're wrong." She gave me a sexy smile. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or testing me. Either way, I wasn't missing out on hearing her moan.
I glanced up to see a beautiful new BMW sitting in the driveway of the house just in front of us.
"I'm Brody. Twenty-five and own my own investment firm." I pulled her toward the car and pressed her to it with my body flush against hers. "I like expensive cars, large houses, and women who moan loudly."
She laughed and pushed at my chest before glancing back at the car. "Is this yours?"
"Yep." I leaned in and nipped at her lips. "You wanna be?"
"Yours?” she whispered and wrapped her arms around my neck.
It would seem that I was wrong. She wasn't at all the player I thought she was. Too bad I was.
Chapter Five
Cora