Perhaps he did, because Bryce never took his eyes off her as she sat across from him and accepted a glass of wine. “Fish is fine. It’s nice and fresh around here.”
“Yes. I got the same. I try to eat what’s freshest wherever I go. Healthier that way.”
“And more entertaining, I’d imagine.”
He held his wineglass over the table. “Cheers to that.”
After they toasted, Eden placed a napkin in her lap and surveyed her fish with quinoa and greens. Without sex constantly hanging over them – while they ate, anyway – she fought for things to talk about that would amuse him. Hopefully, anyway.
“I’ve never been in one of these cottages before.” She glanced up at the rafters and appreciated how clean they were. “I kept wondering what they looked like inside.”
“You haven’t?” Was he genuinely surprised by that? “Must be your first time here.”
Something about the way he said that was so blasé, as if they were talking about regular hotel rooms at her place of business. “It is,” she said. “In fact, you were the first guest I’ve had the pleasure of knowing this weekend.”
He studied her while methodically chewing his dinner.What a nice jaw.Working, chomping, swallowing… it did it all! “That so? I’m a lucky man, then. And you’re a lucky woman.Putting you in that party as your first evening assignment is… interesting.”
“I was more than happy to handle it, sir.”
Did she properly convey how much she appreciated handlinghim?
“You must be comfortable in these situations, then.”
Eden concluded that this man did, indeed, always sound like this. “I’m guessing that I’m as comfortable as you are. After all, it’s situations likethesethat bring the like-minded together.”
“That they do.”
She took her time pulling her fork out of her mouth after having a bite of her food. “What made you decide to see me again?” she asked. “There are so many beautiful women on this island.” She saw the photobook on his coffee table. “I’d assume most men want to sample as much as they can.”
What was that incredulous look? Locked between two burning brown eyes?This man is gorgeous.From the wavy dark hair to the five o’clock shadow, Eden appreciated everything about Bryce’s appearance. Especially the two unbuttoned parts of his shirt that exposed his slightly hairy chest. This man couldn’t have been much different from “Neal” without being unattractive.He’s attractive, too.Mm. Eden’s eyes glazed over as she imagined being on her back again, her other guest taking full advantage of his passcode liberties.He’s fucked me three times since last night. How are you gonna catch up, Bryce?
“I suppose a lot of men do exactly that,” he eventually said, keeping his eyes locked on hers as they forgot their food. “They come here and rut all over whatever woman they like – and they like them all, of course – and go back to their mundane lives on Monday feeling like the biggest studs in the world.”
“Not you, though?”
He was mildly amused when he chuckled in her direction. “I’m a bit more discerning, I guess. In truth, I picked you out when Ifirst arrived yesterday. In the pool area. Don’t think you saw me. You were talking to your friend, the bartender.”
His words caught her off guard. “Really? I mean, I saw guests, but I don’t recall you.”
“Guess I’m more private. Parties aside. The whole reason I was here was because I hoped to see you.”
Eden bit her lip. “You did, didn’t you?”
He brought his wineglass up to his mouth, still staring her down from above the rim. “Every damn inch of you.”
Shivers tickled her skin. She hoped he saw them. “Oh, yes, I quite remember.”
He put the wineglass back down. “Come here.”
With most of her meal finished, Eden stood up, fixing her skirt as she slowly covered the distance between them. The closer she got to Bryce, the more she anticipated his touch, although the man respectfully kept his hands to himself.
Oh, but not his eyes. They absorbed everything, from her constrained breasts to her parted lips. He was probably already thinking about all the things he would do to her in the next hour.And here I am, unable to wait.Maybe if she got all of this fucking out of her system this weekend, she could go without for the rest of her life.
Then again… both men she had been with probably wouldn’t leave her imagination anytime soon.I hope I don’t leave theirs, either.She wanted to be an eternal fantasy for them – the woman they couldn’t get enough of on a tropical island full of other gorgeous women who could get it anytime.
“What’s the damn code today?” Bryce mused. “Something about ‘hot steam.’”
She grinned. “Technically, you don’t need a passcode for a date you’ve requested. But…” She swished her skirt around her legs. “Hot cream.”
