Sun-Kissed - Frankie Love Page 0,4

private oasis. Palm trees hang above us, creating a secluded little nook for this complete stranger and me.

Why does that not scare me?

I take a sip of the margarita and think again about the couple, kissing and touching one another so openly.

I eke out a small whimper, why I'm not sure.

Okay, that's a lie, I am sure.

I want what that woman had.

No inhibitions. A moment to just completely give in.

Ms. Sandeles wouldn’t even recognize me right now.

"What's your name?" he asks.

But by now I'm so uninterested in the idea of pleasantries, I shake my head. "Let's not do that. I mean, I know why people come to Miami. Why they come to this cabana."

"Oh yeah, and why is that?"

"They come here for pleasure. To lose themselves."

He steps toward me, and with the moves of a man who has done this more times than I could count. "And you want to lose yourself?"

He looks me over just as slowly as I looked at him. I wonder what he sees. He must like it because he inches closer to me. I part my knees, silently inviting him closer still.

"I do," I tell him. "I want to lose myself completely."

I swear to God he groans at that.

I can't help but smile unabashedly. For the record, I've never made a man groan. This is all new and exciting, and a total fantasy scenario.

"Are you interested?" I ask.

He snorts, it's charming actually the way he lets his head fall back, laughing as he does. His arm effortlessly slides around my shoulders, his hands resting on the bare skin of my back. His touch makes me hot, gets me excited.

"Are you propositioning a total stranger?" he asks, and his smile could get us both in lots of trouble.

But I'm not looking for trouble. Right now I'm just looking for fun.

I think his smile promises that too.

"Yes," I tell him. "I think that is exactly what I'm doing." I lick my lips, and he shakes his head ever so slightly, muttering hot damn under his breath.

"But I need you to help me," I admit.

"How so?"

"I've never done this before."

"Proposition a stranger?"

"No, yes. I mean, I've never had sex."

His eyes widen. "But, baby, we don't—"

I cut him off. "I need this. I need this, from you."

"Me?" he asks. "Why me, baby?"

"Why not?"

He laughs again, and I take off my hat and sunglasses, setting them on the patio. I begin unfurling my long brown braid, already anxious to start whatever is going to happen next.

"Women are usually more..."

I shake my head. "I don't want to know about other women. And what more they are or aren't. This moment needs to just be about us."

He looks at me more seriously now, as if considering my words. As if they are words he's never considered before.

"Okay, baby, I can do that. I can make this all about us."

"Good." I stand, his arms tightening around me as if swearing to God he won't let go. "Then show me. Show me what I need to do next."

Chapter Three

The fact she doesn't want to tell me her name is charming. Adorable, actually. Most women I meet in places like Miami or New York City or Milan want to know how many zeros are in my bank account.

The fact that this woman has no clue that I am Dane Westbrook turns me on.

I like her innocence, her openness. Her willingness to give into this moment, no strings attached. I honestly believe she isn't looking at me for anything besides a day she will always remember.

It's refreshing, and I want it. I want her. I know I was telling Leo that I wanted someone different today... but this isn't just about wanting someone different.

This is about wanting her specifically.

Maybe it’s because I’m already in this fucking emotionally vulnerable state today.

Or maybe it's her bright eyes or her long caramel hair now hanging loosely around her shoulders. Maybe it's this polka dot one-piece bathing suit covering all the places I really need to see.

I'm intrigued. I'm turned on. I'm ready.

She says she wants me to show her what she needs to do next, right after she tells me she's a virgin.

She lets me know she's been waiting a long time to give a man everything she has to offer.

She makes sure I know she is ready to give it willingly.

"Baby, I'll show you," I tell her. "I'll show you what we need to do.”

I lift her up then, needing her arms wrapped around me, needing her legs