Something Wet: Beach House Nights Book 2 Read Online Free Page B

Logan
McMasters. Sex. Just sex. Nothing else. But he
surprised her when he told her he’d been waiting for her to be free
of the ex.
    She shook her head. It didn’t matter. Logan
was nothing more than a one-night stand. Sure, the sex was
extraordinary, way up there in the WOWZA stratosphere, but
once she got in her car tomorrow morning to go home, their liaison
would be over.
    She reached into the shower, turned the water
on full blast, and watched the steam billow upward. Besides, what
man would even think about having a relationship with a woman who
jumped into bed—well, on the sand with him—the first time they were
alone together? She’d broken the cardinal rule.
    Yes, they were acquainted because of Dayna,
but they’d never spent any time together outside of parties and
mutual friend’s houses. Still, she doubted even that would make him
see her as anything more than a weekend sex buddy.
    So why was she kidding herself into believing
it was something more than it was?
    She scrubbed the sand and salt from her skin,
washed her hair and towel dried off before putting on pair of khaki
shorts, a white tank, and flip flops.
    In the kitchen, she found him scrounging up
food with Harper, Blake and Ian.
    “Ugh, finally,” Harper said, waving her hand
toward the counter at warmed up hot dogs, hamburgers and bags of
chips. “Please tell these men they need more than meat and bread to
sustain themselves.”
    Violet laughed, took a bag of chips, and
poured some out on a paper towel.
    “Don’t forget the potatoes,” Blake said.
    “You’re hopeless,” Harper said before she
tossed a dry towel at Blake that he caught before it smacked him in
the head. Then she rounded on Ian. “And you. I know Stella doesn’t
want a hot dog this late at night.”
    Violet looked around. “Where is she?”
    “In the attic,” Ian answered. “Dayna told her
that her grandmother had a lot of old pieces she brought with her
before she moved into the beach house that she couldn’t bare to
give away so she placed them in the attic. Dayna’s sure some of
them are antiques.”
    “Oh boy,” Violet joked. “She’ll never come
down from there now.”
    “Right,” Ian agreed. “So I volunteered to
help retrieve sustenance, but Ms. Chef over here won’t let me.”
    “That’s not true,” Harper asserted. “I only
suggested you add some fruit and vegetables with it.”
    Ian threw up his hands. “Fine. Make me a tray
and I’ll take it. Just don’t forget the meat. I need meat.”
    “Fine,” Harper grumbled. “Just try a piece of
fruit. It won’t kill you.”
    Violet sat on one of the bar stools and
snacked on her chips. She knew if she sat there long enough, Harper
would put a plate in front of her. Logan rounded the island, and
his gaze lingered on her crossed legs. It sent heat sizzling
through her veins.
    He approached, leaned down to whisper in her
ear, and trailed the palm of his hand up her thigh. “I’m giving you
ten minutes to eat. After that, I’m tossing you over my shoulder
and we’re going to find a bed.”
    His deep, dark voice poured over her like
warm milk chocolate. He was by far the sexiest man she’d ever come
across in her life. On one hand, what woman wouldn’t want to be
ogled by a virile, gorgeous man? However, when it was all over,
where did that leave her heart?
    Logan moved behind her and surreptitiously
swiped his hand over her butt before he sat down beside her. The
wolfish grin he gave her made her stomach clench, and a heated
flush stole over her body.
    As predicted, Harper placed a plate of fruit,
grilled chicken and vegetables in front of her.
    “And here you go,” she said to Ian.
“Enjoy.”
    He looked down at the platter and back up at
her. She’d given him two hamburgers with a glazed sauce dripping
off of them, no buns, fruit, vegetables and ranch dip. He glowered.
“Seriously?”
    Harper pointed toward the exit. “Go.”
    Ian turned on his heel and left, Logan and
Blake’s