My skin prickled, sending a racing tingle down my spine and straight to my pussy. Get comfortable. Comfortable would mean out of my work clothes. I stood and headed into the bathroom. Sure enough, a robe hung on the inside of the door. I quickly stripped and covered myself with the lush white robe. Then I pulled my hair out of its French roll, fluffed it with my fingers, and went back out.

Rock’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Wow.”

“You said get comfortable.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He smiled as he removed his shirt. He stood wearing only his suit trousers, and the bulge inside them was very apparent.

I couldn’t help a smile. “Our dinner will get cold.”

“It’s probably already cold. Take off that robe.”

I obeyed, untying it and letting it slip over my shoulders before it fell to the floor.

He stared at me, and his gaze hardened my nipples. They stuck out like ripe berries, yearning for his touch. Meanwhile, I throbbed between my legs.

“I can see why you want to visit a nude beach,” he said. “You seem very comfortable naked.”

My body wasn’t nearly as beautiful as I imagined Nieves’s to be, but right now, the way he was looking at me, I felt like Helen of Troy herself.

He slid one lone finger over the apple of my cheek, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “So beautiful.”

I reached forward and touched his shoulder as well. “You are too.”

He smiled. “No one’s called me that before.”

“Beautiful? Then anyone who’s seen that chest is blind. It’s beautiful. You are beautiful, Rock Wolfe.”

“God, Lace.” He grabbed me and smashed our mouths together.

I opened, letting him in, surrendering to the passion of his kiss, the raw need in his groan as he devoured my mouth.

He tasted of the crisp bourbon he’d drunk at the restaurant. Bourbon and spice and the unique flavor that was Rock Wolfe.

Our tongues tangled and dueled, our moans answered each other. His cock poked into my belly, and I reached down to cup the hard bulge.

I wanted him.

Not just his body but all of him.

All of Rock Wolfe.

I knew next to nothing about this man, but emotion bubbled in me—emotion that was foreign to me.

Love.

I was falling in love.

God, I was headed for heartbreak. This man was a closed book. He shared his body with me but nothing else. How could I love him? It made no sense, but love him I did. I knew it as I knew the most basic tenets of life.

I love you, Rock Wolfe.