She glanced at the nearby hotel on the other side of the bar. “My villa? We have a private pool right off our living room. We could sit by it and relax. Watch the sun go down?”

Sure. Relax, all right. I let go of her hand and stepped back, tearing my fingers through my hair. “Listen.” I cleared my throat. “I take it you’re, uh, a good girl.” How did I say this without coming across like an asshole? “I don’t want to corrupt you.” And I will. Ten times over. “I am the strangers-in-the-night kind of guy. That works fine with me.” I was good with one-night stands. “Something tells me you’re⁠—”

“I’m not. You’re right.” She closed her eyes. “I’m the classic definition of a good girl. Studies too hard. No life. I didn’t even drink for my twenty-first birthday tonight. Nothing about me is wild or reckless. Like nothing-nothing.”

That adorable monologue would have had my buddies dropping to one knee to propose. They’d be ready to drag her to the courthouse and get hitched.

“I just want one night . . . well, two more hours . . . to not be her.” She opened her eyes. God help me with those nervous pauses.

“I don’t know.” I smiled. “I’m kind of digging her.” Would like to know her name. But I could see why that might make it slightly harder when I inevitably walked out of her life.

“Why don’t we just hang out until you have to go, and see what happens?” That was a proposal I could support.

I took her hand and interlaced our fingers.

A few minutes later, we were standing inside her three-bedroom villa, no longer holding hands but quietly staring at one another. She removed her sandals, her chest lifting with soft breaths as she killed me with those green eyes pointed at me. I could easily become obsessed with this woman, and I wasn’t sure how to make sense of that foreign feeling.

“I want to be wild for two more hours, and I want it to be with you.”

The “with you” part stamped hard, hot, and heavy in my mind. She reached for the zipper at the side of her dress, and I was powerless to stop her.

“I’m not very experienced.” Those words hit me even harder.

I reached my hand toward her, that little piece of knowledge raising caution signs in my mind, but she let the dress pool around her ankles anyway.

She was perfection in a nude-colored strapless bra. Cotton panties covered the place I wanted to drop to my knees and worship with my lips and tongue.

I became an immobile block of steel, standing there as if I’d never seen a nearly naked woman before.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not a virgin.”

And I was able to breathe again.