Plastic surgeon Whitney Vidra knows all about getting over a cheating ex. She followed her boyfriend halfway around the world before she found out about his infidelity. Now she’s focusing on her career and her friends, and using men just for single-serving, no-strings fun. Until she meets charming Matt Fuller.
Newly single Matt is captivated by the vibrant Whitney, in every way the opposite of his cheating ex-wife. When he confesses to Whitney that he hasn’t had sex since his divorce, she volunteers to be his rebound girl. But Matt’s not a no-commitment kind of guy—he’s either all in, or all out.
Whitney is determined to remain attachment-free, but Matt is equally determined to prove to her that what they have is more than just a rebound fling.
Matt proved surprisingly adept at flying a kite—the result, she was sure, of hours of playing card games with children and watching patterns of cloud animals march through the sky. He’d gotten the string unwound and was testing the kite by tossing it into the breeze when he turned to her.
“Why are we doing this again?”
“I like to watch you work with your hands. It’s sexy.”
He stopped, staring at her with the fixed intensity he always got when she dared to talk dirty to him. A mixture of suspicion and rampant sexual interest, that look curled through her belly with a slow, steady burn.
“What? You have the most dexterous fingers of any man I’ve ever met. When you do that thing—that one where you pin me down, spread me wide open and massage my clit with your thumb—I always think what a shame it is you never thought about becoming a surgeon.”
“You use that time to think about my choice of careers? That’s one of my best moves.”
Her own sudden burst of laughter caught her off guard. “It’s a very brief thought, I promise. Want to know what else I think about?”
“No. I want to get this over with.” He jiggled the kite. “It’s cold, Whitney, and this contraption is a piece of crap.”
“How’s this, Galahad?” She uncrossed her legs and watched him struggle with the flimsy material. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t make today about sex, but damn. With that dimple peeping out and the slow, careful way he licked his lips, it was a wonder she’d waited this long. “Every second you keep that kite in the air is a second I will spend with my mouth wrapped around your cock. We can pretend we’re in a real cabin, all cozy and warm and rolling around on a bearskin rug.”
He paused, head tilted. “I’ve always thought bearskin rugs were a little creepy. Especially if they keep the head on.”
“Afraid of a little bite?” she asked, her voice low.
Matt’s dimple deepened, and it was all Whitney could do not to launch herself across the beach and take him right then and there. He was being coy on purpose.
Men didn’t normally do that—at least not with her. They took what she offered and reveled in it, like dogs and their favorite rubber chew toys—always a little fearful that if they let down their guard, she might take away their privileges.
Not Matt. She had a feeling she was the dog and he was the treat. He had the power here—he set the pace of an arrangement that was verging fearfully into courtship territory. Today was clear proof of that, and even though danger flashed a warning red right in front of her, she was powerless to stop it.
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