Free In Too Deep by Cherry Adair Page A

body and those small, firm breasts brushing his chest last night made him hard.
    This op was getting sweeter by the minute. As long as he didn't let himself get distracted by Tally's sweet little ass.
    The island was only six or seven klicks from end to end, and about four across and was surrounded on three sides by sharp, inhospitable cliffs. The small town was it , as far as accommodations went. Not exactly a hot cosmopolitan resort. Even at a leisurely pace, and with Tally slowing him down, he could cover what he needed to see in a day.
    He had two.
    Plenty of time to search the island, play at repairing the Nemesis , and fuck his archenemy's daughter.
     
    Tally stood on the lanai of the island store—the only store-slash travel agent-slash island hotbed of gossip—and stared blindly at the sugar white sand and placid turquoise waters of the bay.
    Being so far away from her own little nest, from the familiar routines of her life, was enough to make her want to swim to Papeete. Okay, she couldn't. Shouldn't. She'd come this far. She had to see this visit through to the end. Her father had never invited her before, and Tally had stopped asking many years ago.
    So what could she do until her father arrived? Tally snorted. If a girl had to ask herself that question when she was on a tropical island paradise and there was a good-looking guy around who obviously wanted her body, she was in bigger trouble than she'd thought.
    It would be foolish to come all this way and then turn tail and run before her father even got here. Besides, she wasn't that eager to attempt the long flight from Papeete again. Not for a while, anyway.
    Besides, there were no scheduled flights in or out. Not that Paradise had anything resembling an airport. Just a narrow airstrip near the lava fields on the south shore. According to her loquacious pilot, it had been built as a marine landing strip during the Second World War. Now it was only used to bring in supplies once a week.
    The six-hour flight from Papeete alone had almost given her heart failure. Yet here she stood, wishing she could climb aboard that rickety twin-engine six-seater that had seen better days. It had wheezed to a rocky landing on the dirt strip on Saturday morning, helped no doubt by her rendition of "Fly Me to the Moon."
    Only three days ago. A lifetime.
    Tally glimpsed the pirate lying on the beach when she walked back from the store. He didn't seem particularly perturbed that his boat couldn't be fixed right away. He'd worked on it for a couple of hours, then gone to the beach, where he'd barely moved for the rest of the day.
    Tally watched him from her window.
    He was delicious to look at. In fact, just looking at him, coupled with the tactile memories of last night, was enough to make her feel decidedly warm.
    Other than that patch over his eye, and several nasty scars, he looked hale and hearty. Extremely hale and hearty.
    Her reaction to him was as troubling as it was bewildering. He was so not her type. Tally didn't exactly regret having had sex with him. But she was surprising herself. It had been 100 percent her fault. Still, that didn't mean she'd play vacation bed bunny for the guy for the duration of his stay. Acting out of character just once and, damn it, enjoying it, was enough.
    Maybe it was the danger of the storm coupled with her attraction to him that had made her lose what was left of her mind and crawl into bed with a stranger. Maybe it was… it didn't matter. She'd done it. Didn't regret it.
    And wouldn't repeat it. Once was incredible, but enough.
    What did Michael Wright do for a living? Anything? He seemed to enjoy sleeping on the beach all day. For a beach bum he certainly had an extremely nice boat with lots of nice guy toys on it. He'd probably cashed in everything he owned to buy the boat, and a man probably didn't need that much money to bum around the world. He probably worked odd jobs here and there to pay for supplies. Feasibly he could sail