Luca's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Let him sleep." He stood, offering his hand, and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. His body towered over my 5'4" frame, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest making me feel small and vulnerable. He led me to a shadowed cabana at the pool's edge, the curtains billowing softly, shielding us from the world. Inside, the air was warmer, intimate, the cushioned bench inviting.

He backed me against the wooden frame, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was urgent and hungry, his tongue teasing mine, tasting of whiskey and need. I melted into it, my hands roaming...