Stretching, I come into contact with a large body, and everything from the night before comes rushing back…my brazen show in the shower with Michael McKenzie Junior. Heat creeps onto my face and pleasure overtakes my body when I remember the feel of his erection in my hand and the way he came all over me from just a few strokes.

But, as he curls his naked body around mine and gently cups a breast, guilt starts to overwhelm me as the panic slowly rises. All it will take is one word from my sister and this will be over. Whatever this is.

Carrie had seen my response to him the moment our eyes had locked. She’d laughed about it after he’d left and said she’d have had to be blind to miss the response we’d had to each other. When I let my sister tease me enough that I went stalking off to the guest villa, I should have known better. I don’t regret one minute of my time with this beautiful man, and I respect him for waiting and giving me the choice. I just don’t trust my sister to not tell him that she was the one that sent me to him. From my point of view, she’d given me the courage to go after what I wanted for once in my life, but that won’t be how it’s taken if Carrie opens her mouth.

“You’re awake,” he whispers, gently massaging my breast. “And you’re still naked in my bed.” He presses his throbbing hard flesh against my bottom while holding me tightly in his embrace.

I slide my fingers along his hands and find them captured by his. The scruff on his face lightly abrades the back of my neck as he nuzzles into me. All this does is make me never want to leave this bed or this handsome man.

“Talk to me, Brooke.” He places kisses over my shoulder and neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“I don’t ever remember being this content before,” I admit and slowly turn in his arms. My hands reach up and slide through his messy hair. The dark strands are stuck up any which way and it makes me smile. “You look sexy with your hair mused.” I wrap my legs around his hips and when his penis settles between my legs, I watch his eyes roll and feel his body shudder.

“Contrary to what my actions say, I’ve never been the way I am with you. Usually I’d at least buy the woman a drink or dinner first. With you,” he shakes his head, “one touch and I came.” He laughs, which turns into a groan when I trail my fingers down his back to his round ass.

“I’ve already told you I’ve never done anything with a guy before, so you’re the first to see me naked. You’re also the first guy I’ve really touched. You’re certainly the first to come on me.”

He growls at my words and my smile widens. “I’d rather come in you.” He rocks against my swollen flesh where I ache to have him fill me, but I don’t want that until I’ve admitted about Carrie being the one to initially send me here to him. Her words still echo in my brain.

“You’re too innocent to really attract a man like him. He needs someone who knows how to pleasure a man,” Carrie sneers. “The likes of you won’t be able to hold on to him.” She grins. “He needs a woman.”

“Like you I suppose?”

“Of course like me. At least I know how to get a guy off. You’d probably send him to sleep.”

I turn away so she doesn’t see that I’m fighting back tears.

“You know what, I dare you to go to him.”

My eyes snap to hers and she laughs. “I dare you,” she hisses, getting in my face, “to walk right up to him in that villa and ask him to fuck you. I double dare you.”

I stare at my sister wondering if she’s lost her mind. “We aren’t kids anymore, Carrie.”

“No, we’re not, which is why I’m daring you to ask him to fuck you. He won’t because he’s a good boy, but I’m daring you anyway.” She stands with her hands on her hips, waiting.

I’m going to do this. I’m going to do it because I know she expects me to run off to my room. Never in a million years is she actually expecting this of me.

I narrow my eyes and smile at her surprised expression. “I accept.”

Before I chicken out, I dash toward the villa and Michael McKenzie . . .

“Why the frown?” he asks, caressing my face, his gentle fingers tracing an invisible line along my lips. “I’m nervous.” Which is true. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

He softly smiles and dips down, capturing my lips in a long, sweet kiss. “I couldn’t hate you.” He nuzzles into my neck and brings his lips along my jaw before they finally rest against mine. His tongue slips between my lips and, holding him close, I fall completely for this man. As our passion rises, our breathing becomes heavy and his hips start to gently rock against me.

Unable to stay still a moment longer, I meet the thrust of his hips and feel pleasure deep in my soul. My core aches to be joined with him and when he moves his mouth to a breast, liquid warmth pools between my legs. I know he feels what he does to me because he gasps, pulling his mouth away.

“Please tell me you’re close,” he begs, dropping his face into my neck. “Tell me . . .”

“God, yes!” I arch into his touch. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He lifts himself up, resting on his hands, and looking into my eyes, he caresses over my body. I follow his gaze and feel my body overheating when I watch the hard length of his cock rubbing between the lips of my pussy.

“You like that?” he asks, his breathing heavy and filled with need.

“Yes,” I moan, feeling the fire in my belly as it begins to spread throughout me. I lose all thought and ride the fire raging through me.

I grip Michael’s shoulders for all I’m worth as pleasure after pleasure ripples through my core. My release coats his flesh, and then I watch as Michael spills his semen onto my stomach. His whole body shudders with it and I feel his pleasure deep inside of me. I did this. I brought this big, beautiful man to pleasure and, by the look of things, it felt amazing.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers, seconds before collapsing on top of me. He sighs and wraps his arms around me, rolling so that he’s lying on his back with me spread out on top of him. “I made a mess.”

“I love watching you make that kind of mess. It makes me feel good knowing I did that to you.” I kiss a nipple and, resting my chin on his chest, meet his gaze. “I’m afraid that when I walk out of your door, you’ll forget about me.”

His hands caress along my back to my bottom causing shivers to race over my skin. “I won’t forget about you.” He pushes me into a sitting position and quickly wipes our stomachs clean of his release. His eyes darken as they caress over me, taking their fill. His hands cup my breasts, his thumb and finger tempting me to take everything.

I arch forward and rub my pussy against his belly, feeling the prod of his dick against my ass as I do.

Michael places his hands on my hips and holds me still. “The next time I get you off, I’m going to use my tongue, not my dick...and not like this.” He pants when I lean forward and rub my breasts against his chest. “Tonight I’m going to take you to dinner, and then I’m going to bring you back here to spend the night with me.”

“Do you promise?” I ask wanting to believe him but finding it difficult. I’m the plain sister when it comes to Carrie and me—no one has ever really taken notice of me.

He flips me over and, after a slow kiss, his mouth travels down my body—kissing my breasts...my navel...creating a path of fire when his mouth moves lower still. My body jerks as he kisses me right on the top of my mound. He inhales without taking his eyes from mine. “Tonight,” he moves over me, “you are going to be mine…I promise” He seals our lips together and kisses me like no other. It’s all consuming and holds promises.

Grabbing hold of my butt, he lifts me into his arms and climbs from the bed, heading toward the bathroom. My eyes widen when I realize he plans to shower with me. “I don’t think me going in there with you is a good idea.”

He grins. “Why not?”

“Are you kidding me? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you if we get all wet and slippery together.”

He groans and releases me so that I slowly slide down his hard body. “Why’d you have to mention wet and slippery? The thought of you all wet and slippery does things to me.”

I laugh and back away, but he grabs my hands and tugs me back against his aroused body. “I don’t want to let you go…but, I need to. I have work to do for your father.” He quickly kisses me on the nose. Groans. Pulls me to him and, with one hand on my bottom and the other behind my neck, he devours my mouth. Our passion rises and then I’m pushed against the tile of the shower. My hands spread against the wall as I take a great deal of satisfaction when his palms run all over me. His breathing is heavy and when he turns me to face him, he slowly backs away.

My eyes roam over his defined chest and abs but it’s the hard flesh standing strong and proud from his groin that holds my attention. It’s long and thick with a life all of its own as it throbs and jerks the longer my eyes stay on it.

With a garbled moan, Michael hisses, “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it to dinner first.”

“I don’t mind spending my day in bed with you.”

“Just one day?” He tilts his head to the side and slowly prowls toward me.

My heart pounds with excitement as he stops within a breadth of me. I force my gaze away from his delicious body and meet his vivid blue eyes. “I’d spend every day with you Michael, if you wanted me to.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so blunt with a man before and the nerves swimming in my stomach say it all. This man is who I want, but I’ve no idea if he wants more with me.

And how could I know. Maybe he wasn’t interested in me. Maybe it was simply because I’d come here and been so brazen. Maybe, in his mind, I’m an unexpected plaything that will keep him occupied over the summer while he’s on Santorini. I chew on the doubts but they don’t feel right...maybe I’m reading this correctly and he wants more.

He crowds me and, cupping my face in his large hands, answers my unasked question, “I want you Brooke. I don’t know where this is leading, but I’m not just looking for one night.”

His words fill my heart with joy and I can’t fight down the hope spreading through me. I hope that when I tell him tonight about my sister, he’ll accept what I’m telling him. I need him to accept that she only gave me the shove I needed to act. I needed him to know that everything else was done for me...not the dare. Because I have a feeling that Michael McKenzie is already in my young heart.