Page 12 of The Summer Fling
"Ouch, man." He starts stacking glasses, but his eyes never leave me. "So when are you seeing her again? Please tell me you didn'tdo the whole 'this was fun, see you around' thing. Because I will personally throw you off the pier and find employment with Delilah."
I check my watch. "Actually, I should get going. I'm picking her up in thirty."
"Picking her up for what?"
"Island tour."
Eli stops mid-stack. "Island tour?" He laughs and jabs a glass at me. "Oh, you are so fucked, brother."
"It's just a tour."
"Right. And I'm just a bartender." Eli sighs and dramatically rests a hand on his chest. "Face it, man. You're gone. Completely, utterly gone. I haven't seen you this twisted up since—well, ever actually."
He's wrong. This is just ... I'm being a good host. Showing a visitor around. The fact that she happens to be gorgeous and funny and made sounds last night that I want to hear again has nothing to do with it.
"I'm gone," I say, grabbing my keys. "And ... youarea bartender, Eli. Not a good one, definitely a nosy one, but hey..."
Eli's laughter follows me out the door.
Hannah's waitingoutside her rental when I pull up on the Vespa. She's wearing denim shorts that show off those freckledlegs and a thin sleeveless top that hugs her curves, dark hair kept off her face with a headband.
"Your chariot awaits," I call out, patting the seat behind me.
She approaches the Vespa with mock skepticism. "This thing looks like it could fall apart if I sneeze too hard."
"She's got character. Like her owner."
Hannah smiles as she climbs on behind me, her arms sliding around my waist. "Is that supposed to be reassuring? Or are you finally admitting you're old?"
"Sweetheart, I'm thirty-five. I haven't even reached my prime."
"Is it too late to back out now?"
"Yes."
The moment her chest presses against my back, her thighs bracketing mine, I have to take a steadying breath. Her warmth , the way she holds me tight—it's distracting as hell. Her hands rest just above my belly button, fingers splayed across my stomach, and I'm already uncomfortably hard as a crowbar before I've even started the engine.
Honestly, I don't think my cock has calmed down from the second I woke up.
Should I be worried?
"Ready?" I ask.
"As I'll ever be."
I kick the Vespa to life and pull away from the curb, trying to focus on the road instead of the way she moves with me on every turn.
"So where are we going first?" she calls over the engine.
"Surprise."
"I hate surprises."
"No, you don't. You just think you do."
Her laugh vibrates against my back. "How could you possibly know that?"
"Because yesterday you kissed a stranger after knowing him for an hour. Someone who hates surprises doesn't do that."
