Page 17 of Too Good to be True

“Yes,” I whisper, not sure I understand what he’s asking.

“Good. Because I haven’t just been thinking about you; I’ve been hard for you all day.” He takes my hand and rests it on his engorged length.

“Oh.” Feeling shy and embarrassed, my mouth drops. I pull my hand away, but it’s too late. A dragon breathes fire in my belly. Flames surge up my spine and shoot down between my legs.

This is definitely outside my comfort zone. But what the hell? I’m single. I’m on vacation. Whynothave a fling? Giving in to the lust racing through my veins, I pull him back to me.

I kiss him with determination. Sounds of pleasure spill from my mouth as his hands tangle in my hair. Each time I try to pull back, break away to catch my breath, he holds me tighter. Kisses me deeper. Like I’m the answer to his needs. I clench his shirt in my fingers, afraid if I loosen my grip, he’ll float away.

He ends the kiss, leaving me light-headed and dizzy. Holding my head so that we’re only inches away, he leans in and gives my lips one last swipe of his tongue before speaking.

“Let’s go dance.”

I nod in approval and allow him to lead me to a dark corner of the room. The music pounds faster than we move. With his arm snaked around my waist he holds my body pressed against his, his eyes locked on mine song after song. The fluid-like way he moves intoxicates me.

“I know this is happening at warp speed; it’s a little intimidating for me too. And it’s okay for you to say no, but do you want to leave here and go somewhere else to get to know each other?" He asks, his eyes locked on mine. “Somewhere more private?”

This man is temptation.

"I can't. It's my friend’s bachelorette party.”

"And yet you’ve spent the last two hours with another man, then me.” Did that much time pass?

“Yeah, but–”

“Tell your friend you're going back to the hotel. She'll understand.”

"I don't know. I don’t even know your name."

"If I give it to you, will you come with me?"

"Maybe."

“Tim.” His fingertip draws figure eights on my lower back, making my insides quiver. “Now,” He kisses my neck, making me squirm. “What should I call you?"

"Bailey.”

"What do you say, Bailey?" He turns serious, focusing his intense eyes as our fronts are fusing into one.

"Let me find Francesca so she doesn't worry when she can't find me."

He pulls me in for one more toe-curling kiss. “Meet me out front, and try not to pick up another guy along the way."

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