Free Deceptively Yours (Wanton Weston Women, Book Two) by Wynter Daniels

dessert.” He leaned back in his chair and waited for the protests she was already launching.
    She huffed. “Fine, you can pay.”
    The waiter returned with the bill and a small box similar to a Chinese food takeout container. “Would you like to charge everything to your room?”
    “Yes, thanks.” He signed the slip, jotted down his room number and picked up the to-go box. Then he stood—thankful not to be folded into his seat another moment—and offered Laura his free hand.
    Hesitating only a few seconds, she mated her fingers with his and tracked her gaze down his body.
    The heat of awareness flooded through him. He led her out of the hotel along the tropically landscaped grounds then stopped at the beginning of the path when he recalled that Laura had a rough time on the trail in her shoes. He couldn’t bear the thought of ending their evening yet. “I have an idea. We don’t have to walk on the beach. We can just sit and listen to the waves. It’ll calm your nerves about giving that speech.”
    She shook her head. “I think I should go home.”
    He faced her, blocking her from going any farther. Why was she so damn reluctant to give him a shot? “I didn’t take you for a cruel woman.” He lifted a hopeful eyebrow. “Come on.”
    She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for a few seconds. “Fine, but only for a little while.”
    He handed her the container of mousse. “Ready for another ride?”
    She backed away. “No way. You will not carry me all the way to the beach.”
    “Oh yes I will.” He gestured at her feet. “You can’t do it in those flimsy shoes, especially after you twisted your ankle.”
    Although Laura had enjoyed the ride Guy had given her up the last part of the path on the way to the hotel, she’d never admit it. Besides, she was trying not to encourage his advances, which was growing more and more difficult by the minute.
    If he wasn’t so damn charming and if she didn’t genuinely like him so much, a vacation affair would be wonderful. Her body certainly craved that, but she knew better, especially since they lived in the same general vicinity in their real lives.
    Familiar fear wrapped around her. Why couldn’t she just relax? Have fun with the most attractive man she’d met in ages and take it for what it was—a vacation fling. “I can walk if you’ll hold on to me. That worked pretty well on the way here.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “Not well enough. I won’t take a chance on you getting hurt even worse.”
    She should tell him to bring her straight to her villa but Suzanne’s advice barged into her thoughts.
    Let go and have fun.
    “I have an idea.” She hiked her purse strap higher on her shoulder and took a step toward him. “How about a piggyback ride?”
    He chuckled then froze when the realization that she was serious hit him. He rubbed his chin for a long moment then shrugged. “Yeah, okay. Why not?”
    A flood of excitement bubbled inside her. Until she glanced down at her dress—her tight-fitting dress.
    Guy must have understood her dilemma because he gave her a wicked grin. “Hike it up.”
    Heat suffused her face. “No, that won’t—”
    “Wasn’t this your idea?” He crouched. “Come on, hop on. It’s dark out, no one will notice if your bum’s exposed.”
    She rolled her eyes. “My bum will not be exposed, thank you.”
    “If you say so.” He stood up, raked his gaze over her and shook his head appreciatively. “A guy can hope, can’t he?”
    Tendrils of long-denied arousal spread through her. No man had ever made her feel more desirable. What could it hurt to indulge in a kiss or two on a romantic beach? She’d just make sure it didn’t go any further.
    “Fine. Get back down there.” She motioned toward the ground. She felt a little foolish but they were surrounded by hedonists. None of the convention-goers would look twice at a couple having silly fun.
    “Awfully bossy, aren’t you?” He