Brian gave Taryn lousy sex then crushed her songwriting dreams. An island reunion finds Taryn back in Brian’s bed, where he’s determined to prove he’s as gifted a lover as she is a lyricist...

The subtle hiss of a zipper filled the room, sounding louder than a thunder boom.

“What are you…?” Brian couldn’t get any more out before Taryn had the dress unzipped and was lowering the top half to her waist.

She wasn’t a skinny woman, but one whose body was a healthy balance of meat and muscle. He’d loved that about her the first time they’d been together, and now her shapely figure had his fingers itching to reach out and touch. Before he could make the move, she did so herself. Skimming her hands up her torso, she took her aroused nipples between thumbs and forefingers and rolled and pinched them.

Her moan trembled through the room, thickening the already humid air. He gulped hard, his cock pulsing with savage want. Sweat beaded on his back.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Yes. Or, shit, he should. If he were thinking at all, he would. “This is a bad idea,” Brian said as he crossed the room. He couldn’t stop his feet any more than his hands as he reached out and covered her fingers with his own, felt the hot press of her big nipples.

Taryn pressed her breasts against him harder as she rose to meet his mouth and nibbled at the corners of his lips. Normally, he would have four inches on her; with the heels they were almost even.

She swiped at his lips with a moist, lusty lick. “Mmm…it doesn’t taste bad to me.” Pressing between his lips, she sank her tongue deep, stroking at his, over his teeth, then again against his tongue. She pulled back slowly, sucking on his lips, asking in a seductive whisper, “Does it taste bad to you?”

If there was a man alive who could answer that question with a no, he wasn’t in this room.

Brian pushed her hands aside and captured her breasts fully in his own hands, ran his thumbs along the stiff peaks that centered them. He wanted his tongue on her nipples, tasting, teasing. Then lower, nipping, licking, suckling at her most intimate flesh. Doing all those things he promised himself he wouldn’t do. Not with her. Not ever again. “You’re the devil, woman.”

She smiled wickedly and brushed his lips with hers once again. “Do you want me?”

Last chance to do the right thing. “Yes.” Way to go, bucko. That wasn’t even close to the right word. Only, as Taryn had pointed out, it felt right.

She moved her hand between their bodies. Finding his erection through the slacks he changed into for dinner, she stroked the hard length. His cock jumped beneath her touch, and her smile grew salacious. “Are you going to have me?”

“God, yes.” He bent his head to breast level and flicked his tongue across a swollen nipple. His body hummed as her spicy, hot flavor took over his senses and sliced tremors of ecstasy through him.

So good. So hot. So --

Taryn’s laughter cut his thoughts short. Not stimulated sounding, but smug. Brian looked up to find her smile much the same. “What?” he demanded.

Lifting his hand away from her breast, she stepped back. “I was right. You said you wouldn’t want me if I offered. Well, I offered, and you wanted me.”

What the…? “That was a -- what, a test?”

Her eyes danced with amusement. “If you need to give it a name.” She pulled the top of the dress back up, snugged the zipper, and returned the straps to their places along her shoulders. “Now, excuse me, but I have a date with an island hottie. You’re welcome to stay and let” -- she glanced at his crotch, and her lips twitched in a way that told him she fought another laugh -- “things relax. Just be gone by eleven. I’m not coming home alone, and I’m also not into threesomes.”