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I deserved that, so I didn’t try to defend myself, even though I hated the coldness in her voice. This wasn’t the flirty warmth that I experienced yesterday, and I was desperate to get that back.

“Forget that,” I said. “I was being an idiot again.”

Her expression softened just a fraction. “Well, they do say that the first step is admitting you have a problem.”

I wouldn’t have thought I could laugh when I felt this stupid and shitty, but Heather seemed skilled at lightening me up. I chuckled and reached for her hand, relieved when she let me take it.

“I’m sorry.” It felt strange to apologize, and I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time those words left my mouth. But it was surprisingly easy to admit I was wrong to Heather. “You’re right. Thirteen years doesn’t mean a damn thing if neither of us cares about it. You’re old enough to make your own decisions about who you spend time with.”

“Yes, I am.”

God, her sassiness only made me harder. If I didn’t get some relief for my cock soon, I might pass out.

“And I think you made it pretty clear what you want,” I said, raking my eyes down her curvy body and noticing that her nipples were peaked inside her sundress. “So, can I get a do-over of last night?”

“What would that consist of?”

The way she looked up at me through her long, dark eyelashes told me that she already knew the answer to that.

“How about we start with me showing you my bungalow?”

Heather’s tongue darted out, and something visceral and possessive flared to life inside of me. Fuck. Please say yes.

“Lead the way.”

Keeping hold of her hand, I used all my restraint to keep myself from running to the bungalow. Finally, I was going to be alone with her.

Chapter Eight: Heather

Greyson was tense during the walk to his bungalow, his steps quick and a muscle ticking in his jaw more than once. It was easy to see why when I glanced at the large bulge behind his zipper.

Excitement coursed through me, and I felt wetness soaking my bikini bottoms with every step I took. His hand was still wrapped around mine, and the warmth of him seemed to travel through my whole body. By the time we reached the bungalow, the attraction between us had grown into something all-consuming. It made me bold, and the moment we stepped inside, I reached for him.

I wasn’t alone in my desperate hunger. Greyson kissed me again, his tongue tangling with my own as he lifted me into his arms. My legs went around his waist and my back pressed against the door. His erection hit me right between my legs, and I moaned into the kiss as my blood raced through my veins.

My arms went around his neck, fingers buried in his brown hair. His hands went under the skirt of my sundress, kneading my ass while he ground himself into me. Pleasure spread through my core, and I squeezed him with my legs, encouraging him without words.

“Fuck, Heather,” he breathed against my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about sinking into this curvy body since the second I saw you.”

I couldn’t think of a time I’d ever felt so desired, and it was exhilarating. Intoxicating.

Suddenly, we were moving. Greyson held me against him as he turned around and started walking. I buried my face in his neck, nipping at the skin as I writhed against his erection, needing more friction like I needed my next breath.

“Look at you,” Greyson murmured as he pushed open a door. “So needy for my cock.”

The next thing I knew, we were tumbling onto a bed, Greyson’s large body pinning me in place. He gathered my wrists together and held them against the mattress above my head, keeping me immobile as his free hand yanked up my sundress.

“Fuck,” he growled when he saw my swimsuit. “You were running around on the beach in this little string bikini?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling up at him as I saw the possessive gleam in his eyes. “You have a problem with that?”

“I shouldn’t,” he said, even as he pulled the cups of my bikini top up to reveal my breasts. “I know I shouldn’t, but damn it, Heather. I don’t like the idea of other men wanting you like I do.”

“But none of those men on the beach get to have me.” I arched my back, and he released my wrists so that he could take both of my breasts in his big hands. I left my arms in place above my head, liking the idea of letting him do whatever he wanted to me.

His mouth descended on my breasts, his beard prickly against my skin in a way that made my entire body feel sensitive. His tongue lapped at my breast, and I shuddered.

“Oh God,” I groaned. His mouth on me felt so good, and I cried out when he pulled a nipple into his mouth, and the sucking motion created a deep throb at my core.