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the next. Her bare thigh rubbed against his. He was wearing slacks, but it didn’t matter. Even without touching her skin he was hard. The mere thought that they were moments away from stealing upstairs for an illicit tryst had his body raring to go.
    He closed his eyes. Good God she had him thinking like…he didn’t know what the hell he was thinking like, but it wasn’t like him. Illicit tryst? He sounded like a hero in a gothic novel, he guessed. Opening his eyes, he motioned toward the bartender and ordered a lava flow. Out of the corner of his eye he caught her satisfied smile, the curve of her lips into a shrewd smirk. It was about time to give her a little of what she was tossing out.
    “So…”
    She flashed him a grin that was all teeth. His cock twitched. He loved her independence, loved the fact that she was so confident in herself. It had become almost more of a turn on than the compact little body she displayed in that curve hugging dress.
    “Gennifer—with a G.”
    He snorted. “So, Gennifer with a G , where did you get that dress?” She skimmed her hand down her body. He curled his fingers into the palms of his hands, resisting to the urge to touch, caress.
    “Went out this morning shopping, just for this.” The bartender set Butch’s drink down in front of him and he tossed the young man enough cash to cover both drinks. Saying nothing, he pulled a sip off the straw, still amazed he liked the fruity concoction he’d tasted his first night on the island.
    When he said nothing, just continued to watch her, she squirmed on the stool.
    A flash of irritation passed over her face. The next second, it melted into calculation. She leaned closer. The scent of her always drove him crazy.
    Wildflowers, and just a hint of her—musky woman. It was an aphrodisiac.
    “You should see what I bought to wear later.”
    He could just imagine. Her moods changed as often as weather in the South.
    Black leather one day. Pink velvet the next. It didn’t matter what it was, if it was on her, it would be sexy.
    Her lips brushed against his ear. It would be unmanly to shiver, but he could feel one waiting to crawl up his spine. He suppressed it knowing it would give her too much satisfaction. She wanted to play, and he was helpless to do anything but please her. Still, there was no way to ignore his erection. Her breath feathered across his lobe, his cock twitched again and lengthened.
    “Are you ready yet?”
    The double entendre was intended. She never tried to pretend, or play coy. She said what she meant and meant what she said.
    Feigning a calmness he didn’t feel, he shrugged. “No hurry.” He sipped his drink and looked around the room, pretending that his heart wasn’t galloping out of control.
    Her husky laughter dipped down into his soul, captured him, and sent another bolt of lust careening through his blood. When he set down his glass, he noticed his hand shaking and decided to call her bluff.
    “Let’s go.”
    He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the stool. She stumbled against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. Butch groaned. He just couldn’t help it. Her hardened nipples were stabbing him through his shirt. He knew just what they looked like, tasted like.
    With more than a little roughness, he tugged her through the crowd. He heard her surprised giggle but he ignored it, and everything else. All that mattered was getting her alone. Butch had never been one for public sex, but he was dangerously close to seeing just what it was like.
    He stepped outside of the bar area into the Hawaiian sun and squinted.
    Turning to lead her down the sidewalk that lined the two pools, he jerked to a stop when she tugged on his hand. Looking over his shoulder at her, he offered her a furious glare.
    “Wrong way, Butch. I got us a room in the Rainbow Tower.” She tilted her head in the other direction.
    Without a word, he turned on his heel and made his way around the other side of the pool