Her Island Fantasy, an erotic novella (Bridesmaids in Paradise) by Emma Jay Page B

containing her curves. The third was tall and willowy, wearing a colorful wrap around her white bathing suit, and she laughed in his direction. Only then did he realize it was Haven, his future sister-in-law, and she was looking at his brother.
    But the fourth one, the golden blonde in the black bikini, the one with the long legs and the big boobs, that was the one that interested him. Except if the willowy one was Haven—
    “Is that Bailey?” he asked his brother.
    Eric tore his gaze away from his fiancee. “Yep.”
    “Wow, I had no idea she looked like that under all those clothes she wears.”
    “Yeah, huh. I knew she was trying to lose weight for the wedding, but yeah. Wow.” And then Eric nudged him hard with his elbow. “She’s a nice girl. Don’t get any ideas.”
    “I know she’s a nice girl.”
    “You’re not ready to get involved again, and she’s not the one you want to rebound with.”
    “Nope.” He wanted a stranger, a fling, something he could leave here on the island when he went home. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman moving toward him.
    She noticed, too, and slid him a look, a small smile, that he couldn’t help but return. She sat in one of the beach chairs, her legs stretched out in front of her, pale but shapely, and reached back to twine her long hair into a braid.
    “Are you going in?” she asked, inclining her head toward the water.
    “In a while,” he said, lifting his bottle of water to his lips.
    “I’m not wasting a minute,” she said with a smile that he thought might have another meaning behind it—but damn, the girl blushed from her breasts to her throat, how adorable was that?—and she headed toward the waves with that long-legged stride.
    The view from behind was as good as the view from the front. He could almost feel that smooth skin beneath his palms.
    She approached Elizabeth and her surfer, who gestured toward his board. Bailey shook her head and laughed, backing away, and waded into the water. When she bent over to drag her hands through the surf, he tightened his grip on the bottle, making it crinkle.
    “So what’s on the agenda tonight?” Ian asked to divert his attention from those curves and that white skin.
    “We’re going on a sunset cruise.”
    “Not the ‘three hour tour’ type, I hope.”
    “You bet,” Eric punched his brother in the arm. “Take your seasick pills.”
    “Oh, you don’t get seasick, do you?” Haven asked, alarmed, from the chair beside her fiance.
    “Not sure. I don’t go on boats.”
    “Since he got seasick on a pontoon boat on Canyon Lake,” Eric said. “Don’t worry, bro. I’ve got the Dramamine. And I hear their life vests are very stylish.”
    “I can’t believe Bailey’s wearing a bikini,” Haven said. “I’ve never seen her so confident in how she looks, and I’ve known her a long time.”
    “She looks good,” Eric said.
    “She worked hard to lose that weight.” She looked past her fiancee to Ian. “What do you think?”
    “She looks good,” he echoed his brother as Eric gave Haven a stern look. He placed his bottle in the sand by his chair, sensing the tension between them. “I think I will go into the water.” He stood, stripped off his shirt, kicked off his flip-flops and followed Bailey into the water.
     
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    How was she supposed to keep her cool when he looked like that without his shirt? Bailey thought she’d played their earlier conversation well, keeping it light and playful, making sure he saw her—and he’d seen her. She’d felt his gaze travel over her from her toes to her hair. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her like that, and that it was Ian…
    Now he was coming toward her, broad-shouldered and muscular, dark hair curling on his chest. Everything in her took notice of that. Her nipples hardened and she stepped just a little deeper into the water so it lapped at her hips, hips she was still a little self-conscious about.
    Just when she