Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 by Jenna Bayley-Burke Read Free Book Online Page B

bar, his feet started toward her like they had a mind of their own. He lengthened his stride and made it there just in time to step behind her before one of his father’s deckhands got too close. The guy took the glare at face value and headed in the other direction.
    He leaned closer and whispered, “Ready for a screaming orgasm?”
    Her shoulders shook in surprise, but she didn’t turn around. “I think I’m better off sticking to champagne tonight.”
    “I’m in the mood for a buttery nipple. Two even.” He straightened, smiling as she turned to face him.
    Her Arctic-blue eyes widened as she looked him up and down before narrowing her gaze at him. “Have you been peeking at my fantasies?”
    “God knows, you’re starring in every one of mine.”
    “You look great.” She sighed before turning back to the bar. He stepped beside her and ordered her an amaretto sour and a shot of Jäger for himself. He dropped a few bills in the tip jar.
    She shrugged. “I have no idea if I’ll like that. I don’t drink very often. I haven’t been more than tipsy since college.”
    “Trust me. I delivered for you last night, didn’t I?” He picked up both glasses the bartenders set down and then moved to the table he’d seen Janny sitting at with the wedding party. They sat and he watched as she seemed to contemplate him again.
    “Which is the real you?” She reached for his glass and sniffed before taking the tiniest of sips and wincing. “That tastes like you.”
    “I don’t recall you complaining.” He leaned back in the chair, loving the way she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off him. Who knew a suit would have such an effect on a woman. Maybe he would wear it again.
    She took her glass and plucked out the maraschino cherry. “I mean it. Are you a bad-boy biker or some alpha male captain of industry?”
    How he managed not to laugh, he wasn’t sure. “Which would you rather?”
    “As much as I enjoyed the biker, this is more my speed.” She pulled the cherry from the stem with her teeth.
    “Is it? Should I play into the fantasy and tell you about my millions then?”
    “I’m sure the story in my head is better.” She took the cherry stem in her mouth and stared at him before pulling it out, tied in a knot.
    He downed his shot, needing the burn to keep him from tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the room. He’d thought knowing she was as affected by last night as he was would help, but it only made him want to fast forward to getting her horizontal.
    “You know what, Nik?” She reached out and ran a finger along his jaw, making him clench his teeth. “I think this is why I didn’t see you earlier at the wedding. I was looking for messy hair and motorcycle boots. With your hair slicked back and clean shaven, you’re more handsome than I remembered.” Her pale gaze seemed to go a bit glassy.
    “How much have you had to drink?”
    “Not nearly enough.” She sighed and sipped her glass. “Seriously, which you is the real you? As much as I’ve always wanted to be taken by the millionaire mogul, I’m not sure I can do it after being bedded by the biker bad boy the night before.”
    He quirked a brow and she broke out in a fit of giggles. Damn it, if she actually was drunk, this night would not be going as planned. And he needed it to.
    “If I give you a list of my fantasy boyfriends, will you be them all?” She lowered her voice and leaned closer, which deepened her cleavage and scattered his thoughts.
    “I’m game for anything, within reason.” He cleared his throat and wished he’d made the Jäger a double.
    “Reason has no place in fantasies. If I’d been using my head, I never would have taken off with the bad-boy biker, or be considering sneaking upstairs to be taken by the tycoon.” She sipped her drink again and then ran her tongue along her lush lips. “ Desired in the Desert , Claimed by the Cowboy , Seduced by the Soldier .”
    “I have camo pants and a