Deep Focus by Erin McCarthy

would take advantage of the day from hell she’d had and get what he could out of it, or he could ease up, take it a little bit slow, see if it was really what she still wanted the next day.
    “Is that right?” he asked. “And here I thought I was just your hired muscle.” Wanting her to relax, he followed up his teasing words by leaning forward and kissing her softly on the lips. “I like this job, by the way. Best assignment I’ve ever had.”
    “Oh, yeah?” she whispered, breath tickling his lips. “You must be getting a decent paycheck.”
    “I’d do it for free.” He brushed her hair off her face and cupped her cheek. As he leaned over her, he could smell the shampoo from her shower and see the pink freshness of her skin, the brightness in her eyes. She looked nervous but certain. Her fingers had risen to splay across his chest, and he found even that simple touch sexy as hell. “I’m glad to be here with you.”
    “I’m glad you are, too.” She took his hand and squeezed it, then placed it squarely onto her breast.
    Her flesh was warm, her nipple taut. “You sure about this?”
    Melanie nodded. “Yes. I’m sure. I wanted this vacation to be a sex fest, and I have a very good feeling you can give me exactly that.”
    As his dick swelled, the knot holding his towel in place loosened. “Damn straight I can. You ready to get started?”
    Just sex. Just a vacation get it on. That was exactly what he had been looking for, wanting. Melanie was hurt and confused from the unexpected ending to her relationship, so it was actually perfect timing for him. She wasn’t going to have any unrealistic expectations. She would take comfort in being with him, and he would make her feel sexy. Which she was.
    He would get some much-needed sexual satisfaction, and she would get an escape from the bad feelings of a breakup. Win-win.
    “More than ready.” She sat up, and the sheet fell to her waist. He’d seen her in a bikini, but aside from the beauty of her full breasts and tight pink nipples exposed to him, this view was completely different because she was offering herself to him intentionally. It was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen.
    When he got to the edge of the bed, her hand reached out, fingers shaking slightly, and loosened his towel. It fell with a soft thump onto the tile floor, and she sucked in her breath as she stared at him. He swelled even further at her scrutiny. When her hand closed around him, he was the one jerking air into his lungs on a low hiss. That tentative touch was almost more than he could bear.
    He pressed her off him and down onto her back, climbing up next to her. She gave a soft cry of surprise. It was then he realized that she had laid out a row of condoms on the nightstand. She had been busy while he was in the shower. For a split second, he was disturbed by the thought that she’d brought those condoms with another man in mind, but he shoved that aside. Fuck Bainbridge. His loss that he wasn’t here. He didn’t deserve Melanie anyway.
    Covering her body with his own, his hands on either side of her, Hunter bent down and kissed her softly. “Your lips are delicious. Soft and juicy.”
    “How can they be juicy?” she asked, arching up toward him when he drew back.
    “They just are.” He dipped down and sucked her bottom lip to taste her, to feel that soft give of her flesh beneath his.
    Melanie gave a soft moan.
    He cupped one breast, testing its weight, testing her reaction.
    She sighed. “You know what really got to me earlier?” she asked.
    “When I dropped my pants in front of you?” He nibbled at the corner of her mouth, wanting to take his time and explore all of her body, all of her reactions.
    She giggled. “That tickles. And yes, that did get to me. But actually I was thinking about the massage you gave me. It both relaxed me and totally turned me on. I was fantasizing about you slipping your finger into my bikini bottoms.”
    “What a coincidence. So was