After returning home, Raine Matthews’ fantasy writer extraordinaire decides to take a short vacation from her woes and flies off to Miami for her cruise. What she thought was going to be a quiet, relaxing trip ended up transforming the wall-flower in to a sex-craving machine.
Will all it be is sex or is there more to it than that?
"I'm Raine. Nice to meet you," she replied, holding out her hand to him.
Miguel's grip on her hand was warm. She smiled as he ran his fingers across her delicate skin. She took her head back and looked back at the people sliding down the water slide, but Miguel was intent on talking to her.
"Have you ever been on a cruise ship like this one before?" he asked.
"Nope. Is it that obvious?" she asked, not making eye contact with him.
"A little bit," he teased.
To her surprise, he ran his hand up her arm and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "You're tight," he said seductively.
Raine flashed a sexy smile. You have no idea how right you are. She turned her head, looking at his fingers creating tiny unseen circles on her shoulder. She shivered as his thick digits toyed with her strap. His misty, green eyes awakened some dormant passion within her soul.
She could tell from this man's mannerisms and straightforwardness he didn't often take no for an answer. Being a free spirit, his authoritative role intrigued her very much. It made Miguel very hard to resist.
"So, let me be your guide then," he offered, leaning over so his hot breath danced on her skin.
Raine looked over the brim of her sunglasses at him. She smiled, fighting the urge to run her fingers over his shiny shaved head. A quick vision of a strong, bald man in a tight, white tee holding a cleaner popped into her mind. Even though her ideal man happened to be the tall, dark, and handsome type, Miguel's shaved head made him look even sexier. He slouched back in the chair, spreading his broad muscle-bound legs over the sides.
This big, strong man could bench press her over his head fifty times and probably not even break a sweat. Her eyes traced his manicured goatee and sideburns. Sunlight bounced off his bronzed skin. Damn he's sexy!
"I know you're thinking about me right now," he said with a confident wink.
"How do you know that?" she asked coyly.
"Because you're staring at me with a big-ass smile on your face, that's how. You're going to have a good time with me, believe me, mama." By the looks of it, this is going to be an adventure of a lifetime.
Miguel flashed a sexy, dimpled smile, then abruptly sat up, cupping her chin in his big hand. His soft touch gliding across her skin felt as if a lightning bolt streaked through her body and pierced her heart with the sensation, spreading to her nether regions. She crossed her legs, trying to hide the warmth growing in between her chocolate thighs. Miguel's fingers flowed effortlessly along her jaw line then around her ear to run them through her hair.