“You like?” he asked.

How could she not? “It’s beautiful.”

“One of my favorite views.”

“You’ve been here before?” Ugh, why did she sound like a jealous girlfriend?

“Several times.”

She stiffened. Is this where he brought all of his conquests? No wonder he walked with such authority through the place.

He laughed and turned her around. “Weddings, Pink. And I always went stag.”

Feeling ridiculous, she let out a long breath and looked up at him for a serious moment.  “I need to get something off my chest.”

He wagged his brows and shot back, “You can get your chest off on me any time.”

While she loved their back-and-forth repartee, she was trying to be serious for a minute. He didn’t understand that this wasn’t easy for her and he needed to. Being with him like this, when she’d never even been on a date before. “Seriously, Flynn, I’m confused and a little afraid.”

“I think I’ve been pretty straightforward, Pink. You have absolutely no reason to be afraid of me.” He pulled her close and inhaled the scent of her. “I would never hurt you.”

“Not intentionally.”

She pushed out of his embrace and turned to face the less scary waves. “I’ve known you less than twenty-four hours and I’ve done more with you than I have with any man in my life, probably more than I ever will. After the crazy sex, you cooked breakfast for me, bought me a phone, then we decided to become fuck buddies. I go to your house, and next thing I know, we’re here in a very expensive hotel suite on the beach to have sex.” She shrugged and turned around to find his blue eyes intently watching her. “It’s too much, too fast. I feel like it’s blowing me off course.”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

Not on your life. Though if she were as smart as she thought she was, she should be running back over the foothills. “Yes—no! I don’t know! I just…I feel like my plans are taking a backseat to my lust-induced infatuation with you and it scares me. Because what if I get so caught up in you I lose sight of what I need to do?”

“What do you need to do?”

“Find my sister. Survive.”

“There’s nothing you personally can do about your sister until you go back to work. I’ve got calls out and my people are gathering information. As soon as I have something concrete, I can help you. As far as surviving, you’re doing that right now, here with me. Take this time to recharge your batteries.”

She put her hand on her hip and cocked a knee. “You call what we do recharging? I’ll need a week to recuperate if tonight is anything like last night!”

A smile cracked his lips. “Look, I admit this is all a lot and a lot fast. If it makes you feel less stressed, this is a first for me, too. I’ve never actually slept with a woman or had a morning after of any kind with anyone I’ve been intimate with. In that respect you popped my cherry, too.” He tousled her pink bangs. “I’ve never been interested in a woman long enough to go a second round, much less four. So ease up on yourself. I’m right there with you in the 'too much too fast’ feeling.”

Warmth fizzed through her. Maybe there was hope for them after they found Alex. Pressing her head into his chest, Izzy stood quietly contemplative. When she looked up at this man who twisted her up inside like a pretzel, she bit her bottom lip to keep her breath in check.  Flynn’s deep blue eyes reflected the churning ocean behind her. Dangerously beautiful.

“I want to strip you down, bend you over this railing and plow into you right now,” he said so softly she thought she might have misheard. But the firm set of his full lips and the way his mesmerizing eyes swept across her parted lips told her she’d heard him exactly as he intended.

Her nipples pebbled as she envisioned him doing just that. Running her fingers through her hair, she cocked her head to the side and smiled. “I think I might like that.”

She about came right where she was standing when his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared like he was a big hungry jungle cat who had just locked in on its prey.

 The thought of standing out here under the late afternoon sun as the waves crashed before her and the sexiest man on the planet rocked her world was beyond scandalous. Barely able to regulate her breath, Izzy turned on her heels toward the balustrade railing and looked to either side of their deck. The curtains were drawn on the rooms to either side. The beach below bustled with a fair amount of beachgoers, but they were focused on themselves, not the hotel goings-on, so they were relatively secluded.

As she turned back around to face him, she slid her hands along the railing and raised a knee, trailing the wedge sole of her shoe along the balustrade behind her. The wind tossed her short hair around her face, and the seagulls screeched off in the distance. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she confessed. Watching the passion imprint on his handsome face, passion for her, knocked the breath from her lungs. Never had she dreamed of being desired the way Flynn desired her.

The same could be said for her. She’d spent the last decade consciously keeping men out of her life equation, clueless that this kind of attraction existed.

All these years she had thought her mother a weak, hopeless romantic. If what she shared with her father was anything like the crazy magnetism between her and Flynn, then Izzy understood. Completely.

She turned around, and then did a slow grind against the railing. It was her signature move when she set drinks down and she gasped when Flynn’s big body pressed into her back, and his hands slid down her arms to her waist.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of him taking her from behind causing her knees to shake. Closing her eyes, she bit her bottom lip to keep the moan from sliding out. Every part of her body sparked to life, eager for what he would do to her.

“I didn’t bring you here just for sex, Pink,” he said.

Her eyes popped open. Whaat? No, she wasn’t going to let him make her believe there was something more to them than this. No matter what he said, she knew men would say anything to get what they wanted. That she wanted the same thing as Flynn made it easy. Her walls were high, though. Starting the night her life had changed forever, thirteen years ago, Izzy had been painstakingly erecting them and she was not going to allow her lust for this man to knock them down so easily. “It’s the only reason I came,” she said. It was a half lie. She came for the sex, but more than that she came because he fascinated her. That part of the equation she needed to remove. The caring part. The aching, yearning part.

He chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to come all right.” He slid his right hand down the backside of her hip to her ass cheek, then to the back of her thigh. “Your skin is so soft.” His hand skimmed beneath her skirt and along her bare bottom. “You have a world-class ass.”

Finding it difficult to breathe, Izzy moved her feet farther apart to give him greater access to her. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands. He caught her earlobe in his lips and sucked it into his mouth as his left hand trailed down her belly to the front of her skirt. He pressed the heel of his palm to her mound, making her lose her balance.

“Steady, baby doll, I don’t want you to fall.” His deep husky voice stoked the ache building deep inside her.

“I already have,” she moaned, closing her eyes as his hands moved with excruciating slowness over her body. His right hand slipped around to the front of her thigh. When his fingertip stroked her sensitive clit, she bit her bottom lip, then swore up a blue streak. “Fuck you, Special Agent Ryker. Fuck you and what you do to me. Goddamn, it feels good.”

“Such a potty mouth,” he chastised, proceeding to slide his fingertip down the front of her, along her swollen seam. “So wet.” When she moved in an attempt to grind on his hand, he slid it down the inside of her thigh.