Revenge can be sweet…and oh so sexy.
Lena Richards’s whirlwind vacation to Europe with a friend is a welcome chance to shake her pre-wedding jitters—until she learns her high-school sweetheart is cheating on her, Hawaiian-style. Figuring all’s fair, she indulges in a fling of her own with a sexy New Yorker she meets in Amsterdam whose kiss blows her mind—and the lid off her hormones.
Tyler Bentz is wary that the petite bombshell, who only a short time ago insisted their one kiss must never happen again, has done a complete 180. His questions only make it clear she’s interested in probing of the sexual kind. Who is he to turn her down?
As they burn their way across Europe, something shifts, and it’s not just the earth moving with their exploding passion. Lena begins to realize what it really means to fall in love. And Tyler finds himself tumbling hard and fast.
Reality catches up with them in Paris, leaving Tyler to wonder if Lena’s really the one, or if he’s nothing more to her than a pawn in her game of revenge.
Americans misbehaving in Europe. An attraction more potent than any drug Amsterdam has to offer. A fling that breaks all the rules. And the creative, sensual use of Chinese takeout.
Lena stared at him, her gaze boring into his. For a moment she could have sworn she heard the music to “Let’s Get It On” in her head.
She’d done it. She was actually here in Tyler’s hotel room. And, damn, he looked good. Even though he wore a fluffy hotel robe, she could see the hard muscles of his chest and smattering of hair.
“Lena?” He straightened up a bit, and his brows drew together. “Hang on. You don’t look so good. Are you okay? Why don’t you come in?”
She stepped through the door and past him, but didn’t trust herself to speak. She kept her back to him and went outside on the balcony, taking a moment to look down at the city below. The air hit cold against her lungs, but she didn’t mind too much.
“Answer me. What’s wrong?” He came up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
His touch ignited her already simmering desire for him. If she didn’t do this now, she’d chicken out. She took a deep breath and spun around, grabbing his robe and jerking him to her.
“Easy—” He broke off when she grabbed his head and stood on her tiptoes, pulling his mouth down to hers.
Her tongue plowed between his lips and came up against his. His body went rigid, and for a moment she wondered if he’d push her away. Then his hands settled against her waist, and he backed her up against the guardrail.
She stroked her tongue over his, pulling open his robe and running her fingers through his chest hair.
He gave an approving laugh and pulled his mouth away from hers. Lena groaned as his lips settled against the wild pulse in the curve of her neck.
Keep the control. If he takes control, you’ll be emotionally vulnerable.
She squirmed away and pushed him back from her, moving forward so he had no choice but to back up into the room.
“I’m sorry.” He frowned. “If this is moving too fast for you—”
When the back of his knees encountered the bed, she tackled him, knocking him backward onto the mattress. She reached out a hand and slid it into his boxers, wrapping it around a—oh my—pretty damn big erection.
Tyler’s eyes closed, and his loud groan sent a tremble of excitement through her. Keith had never given such an intense reaction to her touch.
“Hang on, Lena.” He shook his head as he held her away from him, giving her a suspicious glance. “This morning you were pretty adamant that we shouldn’t even have kissed. Now… What’s going on?”
Lena froze, and heat flooded her cheeks. “What’s going on? I would think it’s pretty obvious—”
“Well, yeah, it is.” He moved away from her. “But I just don’t want you to rush into anything you’re going to regret.”
Nearly two feet of space separated them now, and his gaze roamed over her, but she saw wariness in his eyes as well.
“Lena, I like you. Enough that I don’t want to feel like an asshole in the morning for taking advantage of you. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Argh. Could he make this fling thing any more complex?
“I’ll be blunt. I am trying to seduce you here. I am a woman who is blatantly throwing herself at you. There shouldn’t even be an issue. So are you going to sleep with me, or do I have to find someone else who will?”
He blinked. “Are you drunk?”
Oh for the love of… “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” All the doubts came rushing back. Bad idea, Lena. You should have known it from the start.
“You know, forget it. I wanted you and had the crazy notion you wouldn’t mind getting me into bed, but apparently I was wrong.”
She’d almost made it to the door when he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around.
“Oh, I want you all right,” he said, his voice low and thick. He lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist. “I just had to make sure you knew what you were doing.”