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week and take chances, I turn to Michael. “Are you any good?”

He smirks and my face instantly heats. I meant at grilling, but by the look on his face, he’s taking it to a whole other level.

“Trust me, I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

Holy shit. All right then. This guy is lethal.

“Great, what time do you want us? We’ll bring dessert,” Stacy offers.

“Nope, not necessary. I’ve got everything covered. You leave it all to me.” He winks as he stands and pats the sand from his ass. My eyes follow his hands.

He clears his throat, causing my eyes to travel up his toned body to find his. “See you soon,” he purrs. Yes, he fucking purred, and my body is responding just as I’m sure he hoped or, hell, even knew that it would.

I don’t take my eyes off him as he makes his retreat.

“What the hell was that?” Stacy squeals.

“I don’t really know,” I say honestly. I tell her what happened while she was sleeping right next to us.

“He wants you, Logan! He’s exactly what you need,” she informs me.

“Oh, really? What exactly brings you to this conclusion, oh, wise one?”

Holding up her hand, she begins to tick off items one by one. “One, his body, he’s a sex god. Two, you need a real man to show you how good it can be. Three, you need to let loose and live a little. This guy is perfect for that. We leave here in a week. Take full advantage of what he is so obviously offering and enjoy every damn second of it.”

She makes a good point on all counts, but that’s never been me. I’ve never been a fling kind of girl. My first was in high school. He was my boyfriend for eight months before we decided to go all the way. It was quick and nothing to brag about. We broke up at graduation, both going to colleges hundreds of miles apart. We weren’t in love, but we did have a . . . fondness for each other. The only other guy I’ve slept with was Daniel. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, and he didn’t care enough to realize I was always faking it. Something tells me I wouldn’t have that problem with Michael.

“Stop thinking so damn much, just go with it. You’re Paige, remember?” Stacy prompts, trying to get me to loosen up. My mind wanders to Daniel and how he’s done this for years behind my back, when we were ‘taking a break.’ I can do this. What’s the harm in flirting with a gorgeous guy who seems to be interested?

“Let’s just see how it goes,” I tell her. She knows me well enough to know she’s wearing me down. Her grin tells me so.

Chapter 4

Logan

Michael is on the deck when we arrive. From the smell coming from his grill, he’s already started dinner. Grabbing my hand, Stacy pulls me up the steps. At the sound of our footsteps, he looks over his shoulder and a grin lights his face. He really is beautiful. I’m sure he would scoff at being referred to as beautiful. Just thinking about his response brings a smile to my face.

“Is that smile for me, gorgeous?”

Shit! I was too busy thinking about the man himself to notice he is now standing toe to toe with me, his hot breath against my ear.

“Food smells good,” I respond.

“So do you,” is his reply before he stands to his full height and walks back toward the grill.

Fighting my body’s reaction to him, I take a seat at the table next to Stacy. “That boy wants in your panties,” she whispers.

“Pfft. There’s nothing boyish about him.”

“Trust me, girl. I have eyes.” She licks her lips and winks at me.

“Ladies . . .” His deep voice flows over me. “ . . . these are just about ready. I’m going to bring the rest of it out and we can eat.”

I watch his every move as he steps through the French doors and makes quick work of collecting items in the kitchen. A few minutes later, he has two big bowls in his hands and a swarm of other things. I know the polite thing to do would be to ask him if he needs help, but I can’t. His arms are huge and look even more so as they flex to carry it all. I stare at his tattoos gracing each ripple of muscle