Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,268

tickled her fingers.

The muscles in his arms moved and tightened with every step and she could feel how hard his chest was. Heat radiated from his tanned skin and he smelled faintly of sunscreen.

“You’re in the bungalow just over there, right?” He started walking even before she answered. “I paddleboard every morning and saw you reading on the deck a few times,” he said as if he knew what she was thinking.

“It’s okay, you can admit you’ve been stalking me,” she teased.

“If I was stalking you, you’d never know it,” he said, but rather than sounding sinister, it sounded confident and totally sexy.

Then again, everything about this guy was sexy. Especially the fact that he’d just about saved her life.

He carried her to the bungalow and then he was up the stairs and pushing through the gauzy curtain that hung over the door. The bungalows were open and spacious with enough room for him to carry her over to a small settee and gently put her down on it.

Immediately, he went to the kitchenette and pulled out a first aid kit from under the sink.

“All the bungalows have these,” he said, kneeling down in front of her.

“I had no idea.” It was all she could come up with because he wrapped his fingers around her ankle and lifted her foot to rest on his thigh. Which drew her gaze a couple of inches higher and to the right. Not that she could see much under his loose board shorts.

He swabbed the cut with some kind of wipe. “It doesn’t look too deep, but you should have someone take a look at it.” His fingers were gentle as he smoothed antibiotic cream over it, then covered it with a band aid.

“Are you going to kiss it and make it better?” she teased, just a second before she realized she’d said it out loud.

His gaze lifted to her and his eyes darkened. He lifted one eyebrow and a devilish grin turned his lips up. Without taking his eyes off her, he slowly lifted her foot and leaned forward. His lips were warm and soft and her stomach tightened with desire as they made quick, gentle contact with her skin.

How had she never known that her ankle was an erogenous zone?

“Better?” he asked huskily.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

He set her foot down and then rose to his feet, gathering all the supplies he used and putting them away. She could not take her eyes off the way the muscles in his back rippled and moved. She told herself that this vacation was only to get away, by herself, to regroup and de-stress.

Being alone was starting to feel severely overrated though.

She had less than two days before she had to return to the shitstorm waiting for her. Which gave her a little more than two nights to do something crazy. Who knew when the opportunity would come again, especially when the people she called her friends back home were pretty much blowing her off?

Everyone, it seemed, had pulled away from her in the past few months since the story about her father broke.

Even Stan, her now ex-boyfriend, had taken off right after all the shit hit the fan, saying he couldn’t be associated with a scandal. Didn’t matter that a week prior he’d told her that he loved her and nothing would ever come between them.

Not that she saw herself with him in a forever type capacity, but it was good to know that in a crisis, his first instinct was to bail.

And now, for the first time, she was actually feeling kind of glad that her ex was her ex. Instead of being in this tropical paradise with boring (and let’s not forget traitorous) Stan, she was instead alone and potentially available.

But was her hero available too?

Nobody as handsome and sexy (and let’s not forget heroic) as this man could possibly be single.

Harper eyed the guy, who leaned casually against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her. She gingerly pushed to her feet and only winced a little. The pain wasn’t too bad at all.

“Thank you so much.” She laughed. “For a minute out there, I was starting to seriously wonder if I was going to…” she couldn’t say the words.

He seemed to understand, his voice staying light and casual. “Those undertows are a bitch. Especially after a storm. Looks pretty calm but you never know.” His lips turned up into a grin. “And I’ll never pass on saving