So there she was lounging on a sun-drenched beach beside a man who’d gone from being her childhood playmate to the star of her most illicitly erotic fantasies.
Frowning, she pushed her sunglasses off her face and set aside her book. As long as Remy was around, trying to read was absolutely pointless.
“I thought you were going sightseeing with the others,” she grumbled.
He chuckled softly at her disgruntled tone. “Nah, I changed my mind.”
“Why?”
One broad shoulder lifted in a shrug. “Didn’t seem right to leave you here alone.”
“I wouldn’t have complained,” Zandra muttered.
“Maybe not verbally, but you might have cried yourself to sleep at night, thinking of how I’d callously abandoned you.”
Zandra couldn’t help laughing. “In your dreams!”
He grinned, flashing a set of straight white teeth. He was so devastatingly handsome he took her breath away.
“Excuse me, Mr. Brand?”
A young woman had appeared, balancing a drink on a small tray. Her tropical shirt and khaki shorts easily identified her as a resort employee.
She smiled shyly as she handed the cocktail to Remy. “For you, sir. From the woman in yellow at the bar.”
Zandra followed Remy’s gaze across the beach to the cabana where an attractive, leggy woman sat alone at the counter watching him. When their eyes connected, she smiled alluringly and raised her own glass in a small toast.
Lips curving in a lazy smile, Remy winked at her.
Seeing the way Zandra’s eyes narrowed, the resort employee gave her an apologetic look. “She assumed you two weren’t together.”
“Is that so?” Zandra said coolly. “And what made her assume that?”
The young woman looked uncomfortable. “Your body language, ma’am. She said you seemed to be, um, hiding yourself from Mr. Brand.”
Zandra’s face flamed. She shot a glance at Remy, whose dark eyes were glittering with laughter as he brought the glass to his mouth and drank.
“Mmm, that’s good. What is it?” he asked the departing employee.
She smiled over her shoulder. “A Hole in One.”
Remy laughed.
But Zandra wasn’t amused.
“On second thought.” She snatched the glass out of Remy’s hand, looked toward the cabana and met the bar floozy’s gaze. As the other woman watched, Zandra raised the drink to her lips and took a long sip, then deliberately licked her lips and mouthed, Delicious. Thanks.
The woman smirked, her eyes flashing with challenge.
Zandra should have stopped right there. She’d made her point and had nothing more to prove. But something came over her, some reckless impulse that had her jumping up and standing over Remy’s chair.
He stared up at her. “What—”
“Shut up.”
His eyes widened in surprise as she lowered herself onto him, straddling his hard, muscular thighs. The moment she felt the thick, rigid bulge between his legs, she knew she’d made a big mistake. But it was too late to backtrack.
“What’re you doing?” Remy asked in a rough voice.
“I’m teaching your not-so-secret admirer a lesson in respect. There are some boundaries women just shouldn’t cross.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Remy’s eyes glinted wickedly. “So you’re gonna show her, huh?”
“Damn straight.”
Zandra reached inside the cocktail glass and removed a cube of ice, then set aside the drink. Holding Remy’s dark gaze, she slowly rubbed the ice over his full, succulent lips until they glistened wetly. Unbearably aroused by the sight, she leaned down and lightly stroked her tongue over his bottom lip.
He groaned softly, sliding his big hands up her thighs to cup her ass. She gasped, scorched by his touch. Her hips slowly began to undulate, feeling his cock swell against her mound. Her clit hardened from the erotic friction, and moisture pooled in the crotch of her swimsuit.