"Thanks for the tip. I'll try not to prostrate myself at his feet, kiss his boots, and repeat his name like a mantra to the rock gods."
Trey wanted to make her repeat his name like a mantra to the sex gods. "You should play for him," he said, trying to keep his train of thought from slipping. Not doing so well with that, thanks.
She paused, her bare toes scrunching in the sand. Damn, even that was sexy. When she didn't say anything, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. "I'd rather play with you."
Trey bit his lip, the urge to spill another come-on line overwhelming. He wasn't sure, because the blood rushing through his head on its way to his cock was rather loud, but he might have actually produced a verbal groan of longing.
"You're censoring yourself, aren't you?" she asked and touched his chest with her fingertips. His heart thundered in his chest.
"I'm trying so hard to be good," he admitted.
"Why?"
"I'm not sure. If you ditch me, I can easily find someone else to entertain me."
Her features hardened and he knew he'd said the wrong thing.
"The thing is, I don't want anyone else. I like you, Reagan."
"How often do you use that line?" she asked.
"Never," he said honestly.
She smiled and he was glad she believed him. "I was sort of hoping you'd stop trying to be good and just be yourself. I keep glimpsing this naughty guy and I'd like to get to know him a little better. I'm not sure why I gave you that platonic ultimatum. I've been wishing I hadn't for the past three hours."
"If I give free rein to my naughty side, I won't be able to keep my hands off you."
She cocked her head to the side, her gaze trained on his mouth. "What about your lips?"
"They'd be all over you too."
"And your tongue?"
Now he was sure he groaned with longing.
She stared into his eyes as if contemplating her options. "Do you want to come back to my place? It's not far from here."
"I'd like that."
"Just so you know, this doesn't mean you're going to get laid, Trey Mills."
She was killing him here.
"It guarantees it," she added.
Heat flooded his lower belly and spread to his groin. He wasn't going to make it all the way to her place. He didn't care how close it was.
He draped an arm around her shoulders and drew her closer, hurrying her toward the limo parked at the far end of the beach. Her warmth melted into his side as her arm moved to rest against his lower back. Her fingers brushed his side.
She nodded toward the waves. "Beautiful sunset."
Trey glanced at the horizon. The sun had just kissed the ocean. The sky was ablaze with shades of pink and orange. He'd never been so happy to see a sunset in his life. Even though she'd recanted her stupid platonic ultimatum, he'd somehow made it through without dying from blue balls. Two points for the Trey-ster.
"I had fun with you today, Trey," she said, "but I think I'm going to have a lot more fun with you tonight."
"I think that's a safe assumption."
***
Reagan climbed into the limo and slid around the white leather seat to give Trey room to join her. Had she really just invited Trey back to her apartment? And promised him sex? Jeez, just because her pussy had been wet and swollen since he'd kissed her earlier didn't mean it was a good idea to come on to him so strong. He had way more self-control than she did. When he ducked into the car, his long bangs obscuring one sultry green eye, and pinned her with a look of pure lust, she had no regrets. Other than dirty feet from walking barefoot down the beach and dog-germ hands. As much as she wanted to touch Trey, she decided she needed a shower first. That last coherent thought fluttered out the moonroof when he looked at her like she was his favorite cherry dessert.
The limo's door closed behind him and he settled beside her. He leaned close so that his nose brushed her cheek near her ear and his warm breath tickled her earlobe. "Later," he said in a low voice, "I'm going to make love to you slowly and appreciate every inch of that gorgeous body of yours, but right now … " He sucked a sharp breath between his teeth as if his own thoughts were torturous. "Right now I'm going to devour you."
Eyes wide, she turned to look at him. His mouth captured hers in a deep, sucking kiss. His tongue flicked against the inside of her upper lip and she groaned, opening her mouth to his possession. His lips tasted of cherry and some unique flavor that could only be described as Trey-licious. She leaned into his hard body, pressing her breasts against his chest.