Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

Chapter Four

Wyatt

Wyatt noticed her immediately.

How could he not? She was gorgeous in an innocent-yet-sexy kind of way. She kept fiddling with the thin straps on her dress, and he couldn't help but want to be the one to slide them off her shoulders. He kept imagining his fingers sliding through her dark hair as he laid her onto his bed.

He could just imagine the way her beautiful red lips would look gasping his name. Her body was made for loving. Those long legs peeking out of the sheets... The way her hips would rise to his...

He needed to get a hold of himself. He was supposed to be making drinks, not imagining guests naked. Even if it was a really lovely image in his head. He should at least learn her name first.

He quickly finished pouring the last few mai-tais for the tourists in front of him. While he set the drinks out, he carefully checked out her left hand. No ring. That was a good sign. Thoughts of her in his bed once again filled his thoughts. He pushed them away, trying his best not to spill the mai-tais. She was distracting.

Luckily, it was a quiet night. The first few nights of the week always were. All the guests were either settling in from their travels or going to the club to start their vacation out right. He was glad that she wasn't at the dance club.

He slid down the bar and made eye contact with her.

Damn.

Those eyes. Dark and warm like hot chocolate on a winter's evening. She chewed on her bottom lip and all he could think about for the next ten seconds was what he would like to do with that lip.

“What can I get you?” His voice nearly cracked.

Usually he was smoother, but for some reason, she had him nervous. He hadn't been nervous about a woman in a while. That was a good sign. If anything, it meant that this would be a good week. He hadn't been really interested in any guests recently, but he wanted to change that with her.

“What do you recommend?” She smiled at him, and once again he found himself imagining her in his bed.

“Do you like sweet or not sweet?” he asked, giving her a smile of his own.

“I like strong,” she replied. She readjusted herself on the bar-stool. “And sweet.”

“You ever have sex on the beach?” he asked, already pulling out a shaker and the bottle of vodka.

“Well, I'm from Arizona, so no.” She frowned slightly, her brows coming together in confusion as her cheeks pinked slightly. “Isn't that a little personal?”

He couldn't help but chuckle. “I meant the drink.”

The pink spots on her cheeks blossomed into red. He wondered if that was her reaction to other things as well. He wanted to find out.

“Oh, right. Duh.” She sighed and gave him a self-deprecating smile as if disappointed with herself. “I'd love some sex on the beach.”

He raised his eyebrows provocatively at her as he added peach schnapps to the shaker. “Is that so?”

The blush intensified. He found he rather liked the look on her.

“I mean... I.. uh...”

He let her fumble for a moment as he quickly mixed, shook, and poured the drink into a glass.

“Sex on the beach for the lady,” he said, sliding it in front of her.

She gave him a bashful grin and took a sip. “It's good,” she said.

“I am the best,” he told her.

“Well, then I'll just have to get all my sex on the beach from you,” she replied. She took another sip. “You know how to make screaming orgasms too?”

It was his turn to grin. She kept a straight face, but the blush in her cheeks gave her away. She was trying to flirt with him, but she was ner