Two weeks by the sea
She promised herself the holiday romance would end at the airport. But the man from the beach bar remembered her room number, and the nights were long, warm and full of beautiful bad decisions. By the second evening the rules she had set for herself began to melt away one by one — and she found she didn't mind at all.
Lara huffed out a breath as she made her way up to her hotel room. It was only her second evening on the island and the beach party had been fun, but she was exhausted. She just wanted to take a hot shower, put on her pajamas, and pass out in bed for the rest of the night.
As she rounded the corner, she nearly crashed into a tall, muscular figure. "Oh! Sorry," she muttered, glancing up. And froze.
It was him. The man from the beach bar, the one who had made her laugh for three hours the night before. The one with the chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and easy smile that made her heart race. Luca. She had given him a fake name and no phone number, and he had still found her floor.
"Hey there," he said, his voice low and flirtatious. "Fancy running into you here."
Lara swallowed hard. She should tell him to leave her alone. She'd set herself three rules on the flight over — no real names, no numbers, nothing that followed her home. Two weeks, then the airport, then her ordinary life. End it now before things got too out of hand.
But then he stepped closer, his hand brushing against hers as he reached for the doorknob. "You look like you've had a long night," he murmured. "Why don't I come in and help you...relax?"
Before she could protest, he had her in his arms, his lips crashing against hers in a searing kiss. Lara melted into him, her body responding instinctively even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her curves as he kissed her deeply. "Fuck, I've wanted you all week," he growled. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Had to have you."
His words sent a shiver of desire through her. God, when was the last time anyone had talked to her like that? With such raw, unfiltered lust and desire?
"Please," she found herself pleading breathlessly. "I need you. I need this."
He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with dark promise. "Then let's not waste another second."
With a quick motion, he scooped her up and carried her into the room, kicking the door shut behind them. His lips found hers again as he laid her down on the bed, his body pressing her into the mattress.
In one smooth motion, he tugged her bikini top off, tossing it aside carelessly. He leaned down, his hot mouth closing over one peaked