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  Something Wet

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  Lyric James

  Something Wet

  Copyright 2012 Lyric James

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  Table Of Contents

  Something Wet

  Bonus Excerpt: Lover’s Revenge

  Coming Soon: Up All Night

  About Lyric James

  Beach House Nights Book #2

  Something Wet

  Violet Tanner had the shittiest week ever. She was demoted at work, her apartment got flooded, and the guy she’s dating sends her an email to tell her he needs some space. When she gets an invite from one of her closest friends to a party at her beach house, her quick RSVP leaves her computer smoking.

  Things start to look up when hottie Logan McMasters arrives. She’s lusted after the ex-pro ball player for years. She’s determined to have her weekend end on a hot and sexy note and stops at nothing less than full-on seduction to get her man. Before the night is over, Logan is going to know what it means to experience something hot, something spicy, and something wet.

  Something Wet

  “Has anyone seen, Dayna?” Violet Tanner asked as she stuck a marshmallow on the end of an old iron hanger she took from the house.

  “The last time I saw her she was walking down the beach with Jared,” her friend, Stella, told her when she sat next to her on the beach towel she’d spread out on the sand.

  Violet lifted her brow. “Jared? Jared Stephens? Seriously?”

  “Yep.” She thumbed toward the other end of the house where the beach turned into a jetty after a couple of acres. “They went that way.”

  Violet glanced over her shoulder toward the ocean and watched the waves whisper over the sand. A gust of wind shifted the almost white dust around the half-washed away castle some of them had made earlier. “I wonder what the heck he’s doing here. I thought she wasn’t going to invite any of Anthony’s friends.”

  Shrugging her shoulders, Stella leaned forward to place the end of her stick near the blazing heat of the bonfire. Her marshmallow began to crackle and blacken. “I did too. I don’t know what happened.”

  Violet pulled her hanger back and blew on her sweet, gooey treat as smoke sifted up. “Wow. I hope she’s all right. The last thing she needs are any memories of that awful night.”

  “No kidding,” her friend agreed. “But if you ask me, I think he’s here for something else.”

  It was dusk, and even though heat billowed from the blazing fire, the ocean waves carried a nice breeze over the beach. The sea salt air almost masked the acrid smell of burning wood. With her thumb and index finger, she took a small piece of the gooey marshmallow and put it her mouth. A mixture of hard and soft sugar burst over her tongue. “What do you mean?”

  “He likes her.”

  As she pulled her finger out of her mouth, she glanced up to find Logan McMaster’s staring at her. She stared back and released the digit slowly and seductively over her bottom lip and smiled. “Who?”

  He smiled back.

  “Jared.”

  “Here, hold this,” she said, standing and gave her hanger to Stella. Never taking her eyes off Logan, she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and yanked it up and over her head. Underneath she wore a skimpy white bathing suit halter with sheer horizontal stripes.

  His gaze lowered to her breasts, and his tongue wet his bottom lip.

  She grinned.

  Stella said, “I’ve seen the way he watches her when he thinks no one is looking. He’s got it bad.”

  She swiveled around and gave her friend an incredulous stare. “What a minute. What? Logan likes Dayna?” A whip of hurt clogged her throat. Dayna and Logan had gone to college together, but as far she knew had never dated or even been attracted to each other. They’d taken a couple of classes together and had remained friends even after Logan had gone on to play professional football.

  “Will you stop performing your sneaky little strip tease and pay attention? No. Jared likes Dayna.” Stella’s gaze roamed the camp fire until it landed on Logan. “Logan McMasters only has eyes for you tonight.”

  Air whooshed from Violet’s throat. She sat down slowly even though a zany mass of flutters began in her belly. “Do you think so? I’ve been trying to get his attention all day.”

  Stella nodded in his direction and smirked. “Oh, you’ve got his attention all right.”

  Violet stretched her legs out in front of her and crossed them at the ankles. Then combed her fingers through her shoulder-length hair and shook it out behind her. “Excellent.”

  Stella laughed and said, “You need to get your mind out the gutter. How was work this week?”

  “Oh God, please don’t ask.” She covered her face with her arm. “You’re ruining my mood.”

  “Uh oh… What happened?”

  She dropped her hands in her lap. “I got demoted. That’s what happened.”

  “What?”

  Violet’s gaze followed Logan as he stood and moved closer Ian, their mutual friend who had the hots for Stella. He’d surprisingly convinced Stella to join them on the beach instead of prowling around in the attic looking for antiques. “Yeah. The firm decided to cut back. The economy sucks. Instead of being the Lead Financial Analyst, I’m back to being a plan old Analyst now. I lost my office, that nice fat raise I got last year, and my free cell phone.”

  “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. That sucks.”

  Violet held her right hand up, palm out, fingers spread. “But that doesn’t end my shitty week from hell. Wednesday, John emailed me…emailed me. He didn’t even have the decency to tell me to my face.”

  “Oh no. This doesn’t sound good.”

  “He told me he needed some space. Space. Can you believe it? Damn it.” She waved her arms around her in a wide arc. “The world is full of freaking space. All you have to do is walk the hell outside.”

  “That jerk.”

  Leaning back on her hands, Violet gripped the sand in her fingers. “Jerk is not a strong enough word for him. But wait. To top that all off, yesterday I get home to my apartment and the asshole above me left his water running all day, flooded his apartment, and it leaked down into mine.”

  “You have got to be kidding me.”

  She tilted her legs from left to right and slid a bare foot up the side of her leg and back down to the ankle. Logan was still watching her. She considered taking off her shorts too. “The only good thing, it just messed up my bathroom, nothing else, but still. Everything in there, my towels, my toiletries, all ruined. I can’t even use it
. When I got Dayna’s invitation, I responded so fast I thought I saw my computer start to smoke.”

  “A weekend away is definitely what you need.”

  “Dayna’s invite came right on time. I was about to start spazzing out. Hopefully by the time I get back they’ve cleaned and cleared it all out. My renter’s insurance is going to replace everything that I lost. So that’s something.”

  “It is.”

  “The only good thing for sure.” Well, not the only thing, she thought as her gaze traveled back across the fire to Logan. When he’d walked in the door thirty minutes after she did earlier today, she knew her weekend was looking up.

  She was minus her promotion, minus a working bathroom at her apartment, and minus a man. Maybe she could add some dick in her life this weekend.

  Logan’s dick, she thought and grinned. Crude, she knew, but hey, it was what she wanted.

  When she’d arrived and gone to the room Dayna assigned her to sleep in, she’d lain out everything she’d brought with her and smiled. All the skimpy bathing suits she’d purchased at an end of summer sale last September were definitely going to come in handy. The one she had on now was the second she’d worn that day. A one-piece peach suit that plunged in the front and back and looked incredible against her skin had been what she’d worn while they were swimming in the pool earlier. But after she’d showered and changed, she’d put on the white.

  Operation: Seduce Logan McMasters was moving fast, forward and ahead. Violet watched him all day, caught glimpses of him as she paraded around, bending over, and doing everything she could think of to focus all his attention on her. Hopefully it was working, because before the night was over, she planned to have him in her bed, by the pool, and any other place she could think of. When she went home tomorrow morning, what’s-his-face would only be a distant memory.

  She stood, grabbing the shirt she’d pulled off earlier. “I’m going for a walk,” she said to Stella, and trailed a path along the shore, heading away from the beach house, the wet sand sticking to her bare feet.

  Her hope… Logan would follow.

  Ahead, streamers of seaweed rolled in the surf. The company that rented colorful loungers and chairs with overhead umbrellas were loading up their equipment to sale again the next day. The beach was empty except for the group she was with, but she still heard snatches of conversation and music carried on the wind from the other houses.

  “Would you like some company?” The deep, sexy drawl came from behind her.

  Yes.

  Violet pivoted around and walked backwards across the sand, a soft smile on her face when he approached her. An inner core of delicious heat thrummed through her.

  The man was gorgeous with chestnut hair and liquid caramel eyes. He had on a sexy black wife-beater and khaki cargo shorts, no shoes. Muscles abounded and even though he wasn’t a star cornerback anymore, he still regularly worked out to keep his body rock hard. Of course, why wouldn’t he since he now owned about thirty 24-hour gyms across greater Florida.

  “Are you following me?” she asked with a hint of tease, but with a confident edge in her voice. Her plan worked. Now, she had to figure out just how far her seduction needed to go so she could actually feel that rock-hard body against hers tonight.

  “Do you mind?”

  Violet shook her head. “Nope.”

  Logan’s gaze traveled down to her feet and back up again. When his eyes reached her face, she asked, “You like what you see?”

  He nodded. “Oh yeah.”

  She turned and barely refrained from squealing with excitement, and continued to walk down the beach.

  He came up beside her. “Did I hear you say you got demoted?”

  Boy, he’d really been paying attention. “Yes. Please don’t remind me.”

  Logan lightly bumped his shoulder against hers, and a searing sliver of heat swept down her arm. “I only wanted to say I was sorry to hear it, that’s all. We can move on to a much happier conversation if you want. Like the fact that you don’t have a man anymore.”

  “Oh. You heard that too, huh?” She smiled up at him and was astounded by the deep voraciousness in his gaze. “And why, pray tell, is that a happy conversation?”

  He stopped her and brought her around to face him, pulling her close as his palms traveled down her arms to her hands. “Because I’ve been waiting a while for you to be free.”

  His touch, like a spark of dynamite, sizzled fiercely against her skin. Did he just say what she thought she heard? He wanted her? “Have you now?” Violet played spider up his left arm until she reached the bunched muscles of his shoulder. She brushed her hands over the warm tensile beauty of his ripped chest and moved lower to the expanse of his tight flat belly and slid her fingers under his shirt.

  “Yes, I have. That punk didn’t deserve you. Especially after the way he ended it.”

  “Oh.” She dropped her hand. “You heard that too,” she said, glancing down blankly at her fingernails.

  Logan cupped her under the chin, lifting her gaze to his. “Hey. I’m glad he did.”

  Violet’s gaze went high over his left shoulder, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though it gave her the freedom to be here with Logan, being dumped still burned. “Why is that?”

  The sky, lit up with stars that sparkled like diamonds and she watched the change in his eyes, saw his irises darken to a richer hue that took her breath away. Her heartbeat quickened from anticipation, or fear, she wasn’t sure which. Something hot drifted through her body. Something wet pooled in the aching area between her legs, and she wanted to lose herself in his deep, chocolate gaze.

  Logan reached up and brushed his knuckles down her cheek, over her bottom lip. He leaned forward, his breath a whisper over her skin. “So I can do this.”

  He kissed her.

  At first, she didn’t believe it was happening. A feeling of incredulity coasted around inside her when his tongue slid into her mouth, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip. He took his time and coaxed a response from her as he captured her essence.

  Then she remembered what this weekend was about. Seducing Logan McMasters. And lost herself in the kiss. Instinctively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, clutching fistfuls of his silky hair between her fingers. His mouth was tender one moment, boldly erotic the next.

  Violet pressed her body forward, and he moaned as he lowered his hands to the swell of her butt and squeezed. Fierce pleasure careened through her when the hint of his arousal pressed against her stomach. It made her heart swell to know he burned with the same wicked desire she felt for him.

  He gentled his touch and tantalized her tongue, sucking it into the hot cavern of his mouth. “And the bathing suit you had on earlier… God, if there hadn’t been anyone around I would have ripped it from your body right there in the pool.”

  This was what she wanted. She grinded against him, snaking her leg up the side of his and wrapping it around his thigh. Her plan had actually worked. Logan McMasters was hers. For one night, he belonged to her.

  “But I like this one better,” he murmured and delivered a series of mind-numbing kisses along her neck and shoulder. “It shows just enough to make me want to see more.”

  The lips of her pussy pulsed with need, every nerve ending alive as he dipped his hand beneath the seam of her shorts, inside her bikini bottom and caressed her. Wet heat dripped out as the friction of his shorts and his bulging erection moved against her.

  Logan’s tongue swept back into the moist recess of her mouth as need hammered inside her. A word of warning whispered somewhere in the back of her mind, but desire swept through her, intense and molten, silencing the forewarning and leaving nothing but staggering awareness in its wake. He tangled his fingers in her hair and titled her head back, finding her neck again.

  Violet made a soft, keening noise in the back of her throat, gripped the bulging muscles of his arms and struggled to maintain her footing on the shifting ground.

  L
ogan lowered her to the sand and rolled his body until he covered hers, the surface soft against her back, and a warm breeze caressed her skin. For one long moment, everything caught and held. Her breathing seized. His gaze locked on her face. The sea-salt air charged and pulsed around them, saturated with anticipation. He ground against her as if he were already inside her. Her hips lifted, wishing he were. His chin scraped the swell of her breast, and she struggled for breath, loving the feel of his stubble on her heated skin. Finding her breasts, he fondled them with enough pressure to make her writhe for more.

  She’d always known it would be like this between them. For years, she wondered if the powerful dominance he exhibited on the football field became formidable sexual prowess in bed.

  He clutched the edge of the suit over her right breast, lifted it and exposed her nipple, then dipped to pull it between his lips. When he gently bit down, it was both pleasure and pain. As his mouth closed over her nipple and he suckled with hard pulls, tremors of pleasure rippled across her skin.

  Shuddering as his fingers skimmed down her body, she bowed her back when he slid his hands between her legs, cupping her, rubbing the fabric of her bathing suit against the heat of her desire.

  “I need these off,” he said, tugging her shorts and the panty of her suit over her hips and down her legs. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he stared down at her. “What a beautiful pussy,” he said and coasted his thumb over the hard nub of her clit.

  Every time she’d been around the man, even when she’d been in a relationship with someone else, she’d wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. Now, she knew. Hunger glared in his eyes. The knowledge he desired her, wanted to taste her, produced a carnal, needy groan that escaped from her throat and had her lifting her hips wanting more, craving his touch, craving his mouth.

  Logan darted his tongue over his lips. “I wonder what the flavor is,” he said before lowering his head.

  A moan pulled from her as his hands brushed over her trembling thighs as he gently parted her folds. He began at the very top and moved deliciously downward and back up again with a tantalizing lick.

  “Please Logan…”

  She drew in a sharp intake of air when he drew her clit inside his hot mouth, sucking, teasing. The skilled sweep of his tongue slowly built up friction, darting back and forth over her.