Free Must Be Crazy: (Melissa and Jackson) (A Jetty Beach Romance Book 2) by Claire Kingsley

need to say the code word?” Nicole’s voice is tinged with panic.
    “There isn’t much point to a code word if you have to ask if I’m going to say it,” I say. I’m pretty sure I can hear Ryan laughing in the background.
    “Well, are you okay?” she asks.
    “Yes, I’m fine,” I say.
    “Where are you?”
    I pause. “San Diego.”
    “What? I thought you were going to Seattle.”
    “Well, we went to the airport.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “I didn’t know. We went to the airport and picked a flight. It was ridiculous, Nicole. We flew first class. He drives a fucking two-million-dollar car. Who drives a two-million-dollar car?”
    “He does?”
    “Yes,” I say. “And now we’re in this mansion on the beach and I’m not sure I know what’s happening.” I glance over at the bathroom. Holy fuck, he left the door open. And if I lean, just so … Yep. There he is. He has his back to me and water cascades down his perfect ass. He turns to grab something and—
    Oh my god.
    “Melissa?”
    Fuck, I keep getting distracted by his cock. But holy shit, it’s distracting.
    “Yeah, sorry,” I say.
    “You’re okay, right?” she asks. “You want to be there with him?”
    “Yes,” I say. I was freaked out last night, but today I’m sure. I do want to be here, and only with him. “Yes, I’m good. This is … fuck, Nicole, it’s amazing.”
    “Okay, so how was last night, then?” she asks.
    “Nothing actually happened last night.”
    “Seriously? You spent the night in a mansion on the beach with Jackson Bennett, and you guys, what, went to sleep? Did you sleep in the same room?”
    “Yeah, we slept in the same bed, but he never touched me. I mean, he touched me all day yesterday, but nowhere naughty. Last night, though, I was so overwhelmed when we got here. So he wrapped me up in a blanket and made me tea.”
    “He made you tea ?” she asks.
    “Yeah. And we watched Netflix.”
    “Wow.”
    “Right? I know, this is insane.”
    “You know what you need to do, Melissa,” she says. I can tell by her tone she’s going to tell me whether or not I want to hear it. “Go with it. You said you wanted a little crazy in your life. So get crazy. Take advantage. When will you ever have a chance like this again? Go wild. Have fun. Just be safe, okay?”
    “I will. Promise.”
    “Good,” she says. “I want you to show Jackson how to have the hottest fucking sex of his life. Blow his mind.”
    I glance into the bathroom. Jackson is drying off in front of the mirror, running a towel over all that delicious muscle.
    I laugh to hide the surge of lust that pours through me. “Okay, Nicole. I’ll text you later.”
    I hang up the phone and put it on a table, then set my sights on Jackson.

“Hi.”
    I stop drying my hair and let the towel hang in front of me, just enough. I haven’t put on any clothes yet—but I also didn’t close the door. On purpose. I want to see what Melissa will do. If she’s still skittish, we can go for a walk on the beach and come back for breakfast.
    I woke up with the scent of her in my nose and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone—or anything—in my life. But I’m not going to push. I’ll let her come to me. I know it won’t take long.
    And come to me, she has.
    She stands in the doorway, that hot little dress hugging her curves. Her nipples press against the fabric. Fuck, she’s stunning. The lines of her shoulders and arms are strong, showing just enough definition to make her look kind of badass, but still feminine. Her wet hair hanging down is sexy as hell. I wonder if she’ll let me pull it a little. Not too hard—I’m not into pain. But sometimes the line between pleasure and pain is thin. I’m good at pushing to the edge.
    “Hey,” I say.
    “Feel better after your shower?” she asks. She leans against the door frame and licks her lips.
    “Much.”
    I wrap the towel around my waist. I’m hard as a fucking rock, but I’ve held out