Summer Temptation (Hot in the Hamptons Book 2) by Wendy S. Marcus Read Free Book Online Page A

you either, and I’m really looking forward to seeing you tonight, too.”
    Yes!
    “In all the time I’ve been spending alone in this car,” Leigh said. “I’ve come to the conclusion it’s probably because I’d rather think about you than…other things. And keeping secrets is exhausting. But since you know mine and I know yours, we don’t have to pretend everything’s okay or be on guard around each other. We can just be ourselves, and there’s something very appealing about that.”
    Appealing indeed. “You mean it’s not because I’m handsome and sexy, and you want to jump my bones?” I teased.
    “That’s not the main reason, no,” she said.
    Shucks.
    “But it is an added bonus.”
    I laughed. God, I liked her.
    “Okay. Lots of traffic. I need to concentrate.”
    “Drive carefully. See you tonight.”
    “Bye.”
    After putting away my phone, I went back to sunbathing, my mind on Leigh and all the fun things I wanted to do with her this summer...clothes on and clothes off.

    Later that night I knocked on the door of a truly spectacular Wainscott mansion, feeling under-dressed in my shorts, flip flops and old college sweatshirt.
    Leigh opened the door with a smile that warmed my insides. “Hi.” She handed me a glass of white wine. “Quick,” she whispered. “Drink this.”
    Anything for a friend. “Damn.” I looked at the empty glass. “That was good.”
    “Storme’s family owns a vineyard.” Leigh stared at my lips, then lifted her thumb to the corner of my mouth. “You have a little…” She touched me, her skin so soft, her scent enticing. It was all I could do not to turn my head the tiniest bit and suck her finger into my mouth. As if she could read my dirty mind, she retracted her arm with a jerk. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
    I reached for her hand and dropped a kiss on her knuckles. “You can touch me,” I lifted my eyes to hers, “anytime you want. Anywhere you want. ‘Summer of Fun,’ remember?”
    She blushed.
    I really liked that blush.
    “Please.” She stepped back. “Come in.”
    I followed her to a large, nicely furnished living room where her two friends sat on a large sofa, each holding a glass of wine. Leigh set her empty one on the coffee table.
    “Nick, meet my friends. Storme,” she motioned to the brunette. “And Kelsey.” The blond smiled and gave me a wave.
    I shook each woman’s hand. “Let me guess,” I said. “Little red Mercedes convertible.” I pointed to the stylish Storme. “And sweet Shelby Mustang.” I pointed to the down-to-earth Kelsey. “What year?”
    “Sixty-eight,” Kelsey said, with a nod of approval.
    “Does she ride as good as she looks?”
    “Better.” She smiled.
    Storme stood. “Would you like a glass of wine, Nick?”
    “No, thank you.” Just had one. “I’m good.” I glanced at Leigh. She wouldn’t look at me.
    Storme sat back down, studying me as if trying to determine if I was good enough for Leigh. I probably wasn’t, but that didn’t stop me from wanting her. “What do you do for a living, Nick?”
    “He’s an analyst on Wall Street,” Leigh answered for me.
    “Just like your—” Kelsey started.
    “Time to go,” Leigh interrupted, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a pair of sliding doors at the back of the room. “We’ll be walking on the beach.”
    “Should we wait up?” Storme called from behind us, teasing.
    I looked over my shoulder, “No,” and gave them a smile and a wave. “Nice meeting you both.”
    The doors opened to an equally spectacular deck with an outdoor kitchen barbecue station to the right and a large pool to the left. A set of stairs led to a lower deck with a whirlpool tub that’d seat at least eight, and there was a stone fire pit to the right. Although I couldn’t see it in the dark, I heard the ocean waves close by.
    Growing up, a house like this had been my dream, even only to rent one for the summer. But after two years spent working toward that dream,