Mike Crane liked the pretty redhead the first time he looked into her dancing green eyes. The restaurant’s rule of ‘no hitting on customers’ prevented him from acting on his attraction. Now, here she is at the same vacation resort and the rules don’t apply.

Rissa Oaks and her friends have wondered if Mike, the hot waiter at their favorite restaurant is as studly in other areas as he is in his table service. When she discovered the two of them are staying at the same resort, will she find out how studly his service is?

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Mike suggested a stroll on the beach after dinner and drinks in the dimly lit bar. He held Rissa’s hand in his and they let the waves play around their ankles as they made their way along the packed sand. She’d explained her reason for being alone while they consumed copious amounts of food and drinks. Yes, this was a resort with a good name, but he still didn’t think it was wise for her to be alone, especially with all the horny, young bucks around. His attraction to this woman was becoming stronger by the minute and if anyone was going to enjoy the promises her body offered, it would be him, not some kid out for a one-night stand.

Looking around he realized they had walked a long way. The lights of the resort were barely visible. Before he had a chance to mention the distance they’d covered, Rissa stopped.

“Do you know anything about the constellations?” She stared up at the sky.

He inhaled her scent before replying. “A little. Do you?”

A sad little smile played across her lips and she seemed lost in thought before responding. “My dad use to point them out to me, but I don’t remember much. I think that’s one of the dippers over there.”

“Yep. That’s the Little Dipper. And that large star there,” he pointed to the large star that seemed to hangout in the glow of the moon, “is Venus.” He glanced over to find her no longer looking at the sky, but at him.

The words slipped out of his mouth of their own volition. “Moonlight becomes you.”

Her laugh sounded nervous and she walked a few feet up the shoreline and sat down. There had not been a lot of nervousness at the restaurant when she’d laughed and joked with him. In fact, she flirted outrageously at times and never blushed.

“Rissa, am I making you nervous?” She was making him a lot of things, but nervous wasn’t at the top of the list.

His eyes opened and she stared into the most beautiful sapphire blue eyes she’d ever seen. Something hard poked her in the hip and she blushed, finally remembering their state of undress.

“Can you breathe?” she asked as she jumped off him. Men! They get a damned hard-on over anything. Less than two minutes ago, his life hung in the balance. Now he’s aroused. Well, that figures, doesn’t it?

Keeping her distance, she kept her gaze on his face. Big mistake.

He stared back at her through half-closed eyes. God, he was potent. Even half-dead. Just a look left her melting. She felt it. Her insides turned to jelly. Heat pooled in her womb and her nipples hardened when his gaze dropped to her chest.

Sexual energy rolled off him in waves. Something told her to run. He was definitely fine. He had to be. Anyone who could stare at her with such intensity had to be okay. She backed up a step, mindful of her nudity. God, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and hide. Whether she would be hiding from him, or her own sexual appetite, she had no idea.

Cammie tried to keep her gaze locked above his waist. The last thing she needed was to see the part of him that pushed so insistently against her hip a few short minutes ago. The thing felt huge.