Love At First Taste (Love Comes First 3)

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” I say as I try to hide my disappointment. “You’re on vacation and I’m at work. You can do whatever you want.”

His sexy gaze darkens as he moves in closer. “You know what I want to do,” he says in a growly voice that gives me a deep throb between my legs. I can still feel his hot mouth down there and the incredible way it made me feel.

“Go out with the guys,” I tell him. “Just don’t bring any girls back or I might have to throw them overboard.”

“I have to go,” he says, twisting the knife in my heart. I’m trying to be realistic, but I really like him and we only have a few days together before he might or might not return to New York. “But… there’s no reason why you can’t come with us.”

“Me?” I say with my eyes widening in shock. “Go to a bachelor party?”

“For work,” he quickly corrects. “You’d be our customer service representative throughout the night. And if any of the other guys talk to you or touch you or look in your direction, I’ll murder them.”

I laugh as he grins. “Come with me,” he says in a soft voice. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”

“I’d like to see that.”

He drops down to his big knee and I laugh as I try to pull him back up. “Stop!”

“Will you please come out with me to dance and drink and party and shower me with your angelic beauty?”

I roll my eyes, but there’s a smile on my lips that won’t go away. “If it’s okay with the guys.” Oh my god, did I really just say that?! This is a bachelor party. They’re not going to want me there or they’re going to feel awkward with me observing their—

“Hey, guys!” Luke shouts when we walk back into the dining room. I start to panic as they all look at us. “Aubrey is going to be joining us tonight.”

“Cool,” Kevin says and they all turn back to what they were doing, completely not caring that I’m crashing their party.

Luke is grinning.

“That was too easy.”

“I told you,” he says with a very kissable smirk on his face. “Now, go to your room and pick out your sexiest dress. One that you can really move in.” He leans in close to my ear. “And one that’s easy to take off.”* * *Noah brings another tray full of shots to our table as I stare in disbelief. These guys are going to drink Nassau dry.

“I’m done,” Luke says as he waves a shot away.

“Come on,” Noah yells over the booming music. “One more.”

He shakes his head with a grin on his face. “I don’t want to be drunk later.”

“What’s happening later?” Noah yells as all the other guys start slamming back their shots.

Luke glances at me with those sexy green eyes and I get a rush of excitement tingling through me. What is going to happen later?

“You have ours,” Luke says as he places our shots in front of him. Noah shrugs and then downs them both.

My eyes dart over to Luke as he stands up and leans in close to my ear. “Let’s go dance.”

I nod my head as I swallow hard. He’s by far the sexiest man in this club with his dark fitted jeans and white button-up shirt that’s rolled up his thick forearms. How can such a simple outfit make him look so hot? His hair is styled in the way I like it, swept back and to the side.

I keep noticing all the beautiful women walking by checking him out, but he’s only focused on me. He can’t take his eyes off me.

“Have I told you that you look stunning in that dress?” he growls in my ear.

“Only about a dozen times,” I say with a shy smile.

“Let me know when I get to fifty.” He leans in close to my ear, giving me shivers. “You are exquisite.”

He steps back to look me over one more time and my body heats up. I’m wearing a low cut white dress that shows off my tan and my curvy hips. It has spaghetti straps and a fringe slit that plunges up my right thigh, showing off enough leg that my mother would have a heart attack if she saw me.

He drinks every inch of me in.

“Come,” he says when he’s gotten his fill. He leads me onto the dance floor, which is full of hot pulsating bodies moving to the music. It’s a vacation club so everyone is having an extra good time and dancing extra close.

I stay close to his muscular back as he winds his way through the gyrating bodies, his hand gripping mine and letting me know that he’s got me. In more ways than one.