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and spread as he got a good look at what she was wearing. That glove-tight,
off-the-shoulder, deep-blue top she wore accentuated her full, perky breasts.
As he forced his gaze to drop, he discovered said top stopped an inch above her
navel.
    Tim swallowed hard. A sexy navel with, God help him, a
matching blue gem piercing. The sudden urge to lick it hit like a bolt of
lightning. Did he jerk on his stool? Hold it together, moron. Don’t chase
her away.
    Before she made it to the stool beside him, he took in the
tan shorts and ten miles of slender, sexy legs decorated at the feet with basic
black sandals. He nearly groaned when he saw her toenails painted the exact
shade of blue as her top and bellybutton piercing. Could toes be sexy? He never
noticed before.
    His admirer cocked her hip and slid onto the stool next to
him. Tim fought to keep from panting. It wouldn’t look good to open his mouth
and drool. Big fucking turn-off.
    “Mind if I join you?”
    Luscious heat soothed over his body at the sound of her
rich, smoky voice. Added to that, a light ocean breeze scent settled around
him. Jesus, she smelled as fresh and vibrant as she looked. Tim swallowed hard,
nodded and hoped he didn’t sound like a pubescent teen when he spoke.
    “Not at all.” He could feel his heart beat in his throat
with each word.
    “I’m Jasmine.” As she spoke she held out her hand.
    Hoping his palms weren’t sweaty, Tim took her hand in his.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jasmine.” He liked the way her name rolled off his
tongue, and her firm but gentle handshake. “That’s a pretty name. I’m Tim.”
    “It’s an old family name. Tell me, Tim, what brings you to
Florida?”
    More than a little surprised that she knew he wasn’t local,
Tim chuckled. “That obvious?”
    One slender, sun-kissed shoulder hiked up slightly in a
shrug. “I’m good at reading people. It’s sort of a hobby.”
    The tip of her finger slid around the rim of her glass.
“Vacation,” he muttered, mesmerized by her gentle touch. What would it feel
like to be touched like that?
    “Are you having fun?” She picked up her glass, sealed her
lips around the straw and drew the bright-yellow drink into her mouth.
    God, she had phenomenal lips. A door opened on that part of
his brain that he closed when he and Deb started dating. To hell with never
noticing another woman’s mouth. That would be the first thing he looked at from
now on.
    “I am now.”
    “You came here alone?” She set her glass down and lightly stroked
the thin stem.
    “Yeah, I’m here alone. My friends and family said I’ve been
working too hard and wasn’t much fun anymore. I guess they thought I needed a
change of scenery.” He’d been staring at the beach for nearly a week, half-ass
watching all the young women running around barely covered. Jasmine was the
first picture of beauty he’d seen.
    “Well, let’s see if we can have some fun.”
    Jasmine stood and sauntered toward the DJ. Tim nearly fell
off his stool watching her long legs move, not to mention the perfect little
sway of her hips. If this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. Please, no one
wake him up.
    She smiled at the DJ, he leaned down and she spoke into his
ear. After a quick nod and a huge-ass smile, she headed back toward the bar.
Tim swigged his beer, hoping it would moisten his parched throat. No such luck.
This woman burned him up.
    A rocking little Spanish song blared out into the bar.
Jasmine hooked her finger inside the front of his shirt and tugged him toward
the dance floor. He had the image of himself following like a puppy with his
tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
    “I don’t know how to dance,” he shouted over the music.
Great, now he’d seriously look like a fool.
    Jasmine smiled, put one hand on his shoulder, took his and
placed it on her hip. “It’s not hard. Follow me.”
    He expected some outrageous, gyrating, spaz attack dance.
What he got was an easy one-two step with a