Her Hawaiian Homecoming (Mills & Boon Superromance) by Cara Lockwood Page B

just trying to see the sunrise over the ocean.”
    “You’re technically trespassing.” Dallas folded his arms across his fit chest. “You’re on my half of the dividing line.”
    “Right. I’ll just... I’ll just be going.” Allie tried to stop stretching for the impossible itch, but she couldn’t.
    “You need some help?” Dallas quirked his eyebrow, an amused look playing near the corners of his mouth.
    “N-n-no, just fine, thanks.” But Dallas was already moving closer to her. She had to fight the urge to flee. “I’m fine... I...”
    “You’re not fine.” Dallas reached her in big, easy strides. Allie froze to the spot, as Dallas put his hand on her back. “Let me help you.”
    “I...” She was going to turn him down flat, but then he was there, his broad, naked chest staring her in the face, and she couldn’t do anything but stare.
    “Turn around,” he commanded.
    Her mouth had gone dry, and she’d lost the ability to understand the English language. She blamed it on the ridges of muscle in her face. His chest was amazing. Blinding, even, in its perfectly tanned smoothness. “What?” Her mind felt like mush.
    “Turn around,” he prodded again.
    Something in the tone of his voice told her she shouldn’t argue. She did as she was told. He put his fingers against her back.
    “Is it here?” he asked, giving her a gentle scratch, hitting just left of the powerful itch that only made it worse.
    “No, right. Go right.” She squirmed as he moved slowly right, and then, like an explosion of perfection, he hit the spot she couldn’t, washing her in relief.
    “Oh,” she moaned in pleasure. “Oh, God. That’s it.” He put both his hands to work, and she nearly melted with joy. “Oh, don’t stop. Please.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dallas drawled, teasing, as he increased the frequency of his scratching. She was going to faint, it felt so good. He spread his hands out, moving deliberately all around her back, hitting itches she never thought she had before she’d even felt them. Her sunburn peeled away, but she didn’t care. It just felt too damn good. He had just the right amount of pressure, not too soft, and not too hard. The man was good with his hands.
    Allie moaned again.
    “You always this vocal when you’re having a scratch?” Dallas’s voice was playful, teasing, even flirty. It made Allie want to scratch a very different kind of itch.
    “Dallas?” The hesitant voice of the disheveled woman in Dallas’s kitchen floated to them from the porch. It felt like a bucket of cold water on her head. Allie jumped away from Dallas, not wanting to make his one-night stand jealous. Her face burned beet red as if she’d been caught making out with the man.
    “Oh...you have company.” Allie managed to make her voice sound both surprised and disapproving at the same time. She felt she struck the perfect balance.
    Dallas, however, didn’t miss a beat. If he was embarrassed to be caught with a one-night stand at five in the morning, he didn’t show it. “Allie, this is Rebecca. Rebecca, Allie.”
    The women exchanged a brief nod. Allie would have said, “Nice to meet you,” except it wasn’t, and right then, she just didn’t have it in her to lie.
    “Dallas, I think I’m ready to go back to my hotel,” Rebecca said.
    “Sure thing,” Dallas said smoothly, leaving her with the sensation of his hands on her back.
    * * *
    A LLIE D IDN’T LIKE the feelings Dallas churned up in her, or the fact that the man couldn’t seem to keep a shirt on. Everywhere she looked, there was Dallas, unbearably hot and sexy, and despicably inviting. Apparently he’d not gotten the memo that said she’d sworn off men.
    There was only one answer to this problem: get Kaimana to sign that damn paper and get the hell off this island before she ended up as one more notch in Dallas’s bedpost.
    She’d gotten into the habit of calling Kaimana twice a day and dropping by her house at least once.