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

handed her the dessert container then turned his back to her and squatted.
    “You want to see bossy?” she teased.
    He glanced over his shoulder at her and grinned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    She hadn’t stretched her flirting muscle in several years but it seemed to work just fine. “Never mind.” She lifted the hem of her dress up to the top of her thighs then climbed onto him and hooked her hands around his neck.
    He stood with a groan and slid his forearms under the bend of her knees. “This is better, huh?”
    “I suppose.” Burying her face against the back of his neck, she breathed in his scent as he started down the trail. She tightened her arms around him for the bumpy ride. Her skin tingled at the places Guy’s arms met her legs.
    He stopped for a second and hoisted her up a little. Only the thin fabric of her panties covered her as she rubbed over Guy’s back with every step he took. Torrid need heated her core and made the prospect of being alone on a moonlit beach with him all the more worrisome.
    About halfway down the trail he stopped and held very still. “Look.” He motioned to the left and she noticed a white bunny just off the trail.
    They stayed still for at least a minute, watching the animal eat wild clover. Something about the big macho man enjoying the scene touched her deep inside. Sharing the moment with him both excited and frightened her. She didn’t want to like him so much. But her sex drive was already on board. Her breasts pressed against his back. Her nipples grew hard and tingled from the friction. She wondered if he could feel the pebbled peaks. The notion set off sparks inside her.
    A middle-aged couple strode toward them from the beach, laughing and talking, and the rabbit bolted into the brush. The pair moved past them and Guy started down the path again.
    Feeling his muscles press against her thighs was doing nothing to lessen her arousal. She imagined her legs wrapped around him in a more sensual pursuit but she tried to block the salacious thoughts from her mind. “You must be an animal lover.”
    “I guess. I never had a pet growing up so animals were always a curiosity to me. What about you?”
    “I have a cat, Penelope. When I was little we had a kitten…for a few weeks.” She gritted her teeth at the memory. Would she ever let go of her anger toward her father?
    “I’m sorry. Was someone in the family allergic?”
    “Something like that.”
    Guy remained silent. The steady cadence of waves rolling to shore grew louder, lulling her to relax.
    He set her down and her heels sank into the sand. “Here we are.” Taking her hand, he led her a few steps closer to the water. “Want to sit?”
    “Mm hmm.” She slipped off her shoes and curled her toes in the cool sand. Breathing in the salty air, she sighed. “I’m glad you strong-armed me into coming here.”
    He slapped a hand over his chest. “Strong-armed you? That hurts.”
    When he draped his arm over her shoulders, she leaned against him, more content than she could remember being in a long while. But she hardly knew anything about him other than the fact that he inspired the wickedly erotic thoughts running through her head. “You never told me what you do for a living.”
    “Me? I’m…a headhunter.” He sat on the ground then patted the sand next to him.
    Handing him the box of mousse, she tried to get down there as gracefully as she could in her dress. “So you must deal with some interesting, sought-after people.”
    “You could definitely say that.” He glanced toward the water and she got the impression he didn’t want to discuss his job.
    She could relate. She had to be careful not to say anything that would make him suspect she wasn’t Dear Annie. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him to come hear her speech, but if she made a fool of herself at least there’d be one friendly face in the crowd.
    No, she’d pull it off. She had to.
    Guy opened his dessert box and