his head. “So, we’re good?”
She cupped his face in her hands. “Do you always get your way?”
He shrugged. “Most of the time. But in this case, it’s only because you really want the same thing. You just think you need to argue.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re crazy.”
“About you.” Yeah, he said it, but before she could question him, he yelled to the next room. “We’re in! Book the plane.”
“Book the plane? What does that even mean?” Evie asked, grasping on to the counter as if she needed to hold on.
“Harrison travels on his private jet. Do we need to go back to your place for bathing suits?” he asked.
She stared at him with those big brown eyes. “What world have I landed in?” she muttered more to herself than to him. “Yes, I need bathing suits.”
Shaking her head, she pushed herself off the counter and headed back into the other room.
He knew he’d been fast and her head must be spinning, but he also understood that was the only way he’d get her to go along. Was he still pissed about his career? Yes. Did he still want answers? Of course. But nothing was going to change in a couple of days.
And he could use that time to cement his relationship with Evie.
Chapter Eight
Evie stretched out, relaxed and utterly content. She couldn’t remember being anywhere and hearing nothing but crashing waves and blissful silence broken only by occasional masculine laughter or rumbling voices. The beauty of this island defied description. From the blue waters and white sand to the glorious pale-colored mansions, she’d entered heaven on earth.
Although she’d had to be coerced into going, she was happy to be here now, along with the man lying beside her on a double recliner that was as luxurious as any inside bed.
She’d let her family know she was going away for a few days and not to worry if they didn’t hear from her. And when she arrived, Damon had encouraged her to shut down her phone and disconnect completely except for the times she chose to work on her laptop.
The guys had sat around most of the day, alternately drinking beer, not their vodka, and lazily tossing a football, Damon watching out for his injury.
She’d dozed off and on to the sound of their laughter and stories, and she was glad Damon had such solid friendships in his life outside of football. Evie had Quinn, a few acquaintance friends she could go out with on a girls’ night, and her four overprotective brothers. All in all, she’d take it and admit to having a good life as well. If not for the return of the jackass she’d been engaged to, that is.
She must have fallen into a deep sleep, because she woke up to the feel of Damon’s lips on hers, a low groan reverberating through his big body.
“I thought they’d never leave,” he said into her mouth before sliding his tongue between her lips.
“Where’d they go?” she managed to ask.
“Into town for happy hour,” he said, delving back in.
“Mmm. Malty. Like beer.” And she was a beer drinker. No frou-frou wine for her, and she tangled her tongue with his, tasting her favorite taste.
“I’ve been watching you in that barely there bikini all day. Hoping the guys were blind. Wanting to throw them into the ocean so I could be alone with you.”
She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled on the silken strands. “Then kiss me again.”
“Where? Here?” He licked her lips and thrust his tongue inside once more, greedily taking her mouth. “Or here?” He dipped lower, nipping at her collarbone. “Or would you prefer I kiss you here?” He slid the cup of her bikini over her breast, revealing her skin to the warm island air and his waiting mouth.
A flick of his tongue and the pull of his lips that she felt straight down to her clit had her writhing on the cushion.
“Or is it here that you want me to kiss you?” He eased her bottoms down her thighs and off her legs, leaning over to press a kiss on her neatly trimmed sex.
“Yesss,” she moaned, arching her hips in a clear entreaty for more. “There.”
“No problem.” Then he went about what he did best, licking, sucking, and eating at her until she was trembling with desire, her body fighting itself because she couldn’t climb fast enough and she needed to peak and fall over that glorious edge.
He gripped her thighs in his big