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Greyson’s eyes sparked with something that might have been humor. “You almost sound like you mean that.”

I laughed again.

“Oh, look!” I pointed out the window as the trees fell away and the sandy shore came into view. Beyond it, the ocean was a vast expanse of turquoise that shifted to a deeper navy in the distance. Palm trees along the beach reached toward the blue sky overhead, which was dotted with fluffy white clouds. “It’s so beautiful.”

I’d seen the island from the airplane window as we flew toward it, but it was different being up close and personal like this.

“Yeah.” Greyson’s gruff voice made me turn back to him, but his eyes weren’t on the view out the window. They were locked on me.

My heart skittered in my chest. As my tongue darted out to lick my suddenly dry lips, Greyson tracked the movement, and I could have sworn that his eyes grew even darker. But his heated gaze didn’t make me feel uneasy like Lance’s ogling. Maybe it was because the feeling was mutual. I wanted Greyson from the second I saw him.

I felt bold in this moment, eager to spend this island getaway embracing a good time in a way that I might not in my real life.

“You know…” I leaned slightly toward him and picked up the spicy scent of some masculine cologne and a musk that had to be uniquely him. “It occurs to me that I really owe you for helping me out today. And I’ll be on the island until Sunday, so if you think of some way that I can pay you back before then, let me know.”

There it was. The suggestive, flirty comment that hopefully laid out my intentions clearly. Now, I just hoped he wanted me too.

Chapter Two: Greyson

This woman was killing me with her suggestive smile and big green eyes that looked up through her eyelashes at me.

The moment I saw her, my entire body exploded with the kind of desire I hadn’t felt since I was a horny teenager. Back then, just about anything could get me hot, but now, the reaction was much more unexpected. It was all because of Heather’s pretty face and curvy body and brown hair with pink streaks.

I wanted her, plain and simple.

But it was a bad idea. I wasn’t on this island to meet women, especially not one who was probably way too young for me.

“How old are you?” The question left my lips before I’d consciously decided to ask it, and the words came out gruff.

Heather’s brow furrowed, and I knew that wasn’t the reaction she was expecting after her suggestive flirting.

“I’m twenty-nine. Why do you ask?”

I frowned. She looked younger than that, but still… I was thirteen years older than her. I shouldn’t be thinking about how I’d like her to show her gratitude on her back.

“No reason.” Forcing my eyes toward the front of the small shuttle, I tried not to think about how close she was. Or the way that I could feel the warmth of her body against my left side. Or how her sundress molded to her upper body in a way that set me on fire. She shifted beside me, and I saw her breasts move out of the corner of my eye.

The onslaught of lust that followed made me bite back a groan.

How long until we get to the resort?

I needed to get out of this seat and away from her before I suggested that she visit my bungalow tonight. I scrubbed a hand down my face and willed my erection to disappear. But that wasn’t easy with her so close. I didn’t have to be looking at her to feel the heat of her body or smell her vanilla and lilac scent.

Every part of this woman was intoxicating.

My phone went off with a text, and I was thankful for the distraction as I pulled it out of my pocket. Until shifting around in my seat caused my thigh to brush against Heather’s. The simple skin-on-skin contact sent a jolt through me, catching me completely off guard, and the sound of her breath hitching made my erection twitch.

Shit.

I felt like I was losing my mind. Maybe it had been too long since I was with a woman. My casual hookups never lasted for long, and besides, I’d been too busy for the last few months to have time for sex. Between draft preparation, off-season training, and rookie minicamp, I’d put in at least ten hours a day. Sometimes twelve.

Yes, that had to be it. I was overworked and long overdue for a good time.

Moving my leg away from Heather’s, I opened my phone and read a message from my daughter.

Christine: Are you here?

I typed back a quick response, telling her that I was on a shuttle headed to the resort. I felt eyes on me and glanced over to see Heather watching me curiously.