“Have you ever had amazing sex, the kind that rocked your world?”

“I’ve had plenty of good sex. Rocked my world? I don’t know about that.” He did know he’d never felt about any woman the way he felt about this one. He’d never wanted to reach out and touch someone’s skin just to feel the sparks between them. Never wanted to kiss someone so badly it made his chest ache. Never paid so much damn attention to the way a woman laughed, talked…never wanted to hear every word that came out of her mouth. “No. I’ve never had that kind of sex.” But I bet I’d have it with you.

She went quiet, her eyes closed. Her body went still. It looked like she’d fallen asleep.

He watched her for a moment, her pale skin, that dark hair spilling all over the pillow, and all these strange feelings invaded his body. She thought she wasn’t sexy, but he knew she just hadn’t been with a man who did it for her. Because she had passion, and she threw herself into things. Yeah, she’d be wild, all right. She’d just never been attracted to her fiancé.

He needed to get the hell out of her room. “Goodnight, Princess.”

“I’m not asleep. Do I look like I’m sleeping?”

“You look like a corpse.”

“I’m trying not to move. If I move, I might fall off the raft, into the ocean. Is this a waterbed?”

“No, sweetheart.” He heaved himself up. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

She reached for his arm. “Stay with me. Just for a little. Please?”

Not a good idea. Soon, she’d pass out, but he’d be wide awake with a raging hard-on. “Let me just hit the lights.” He got up and flicked off the switch, untied his boots and tugged them off, and then lay down beside her.

“This is my first time on a waterbed.” On her side again, she shifted closer to him, hooking her arm under his and resting her head on his shoulder. “You smell good.”

He figured if he stayed quiet, she’d fall asleep, and then he could get out of here.

“Vanessa’s beautiful,” she said.

“She is.”

“And she’s smart. And successful. Is she special, too?”

“Sure. Maybe not my kind of special, though.”

“But I am?”

He smoothed the hair off her forehead. “Yeah, Princess, you are.”

She peered up at him, licking her lips. “Show me, Brodie. Just once, I want to be special to someone. I want…I want to feel it.”

Like hell he’d deny a request like that. Pulling out his arm, he hitched up on an elbow and took her in. Her features softened with lust, those lips the color of ripe raspberries, and those eyes—those fucking eyes that looked at him like he was already licking her love button.