Page 108 of Sinful Promises

He burst out laughing. “I saw your reaction. You hated it.”

“I didn’t hate it.”

“Dais, if it’s the only thing you ever do for me. I want you to be honest. Okay?”

Wow, that came out of nowhere. But it was so important. If I’d learned anything in my lifetime about relationships, honesty was king.

But passion was queen. When he ran his tongue over his lips, it took all my might not to tear my clothes off and wobble my boobs in his face.

Roman tossed back the rest of his drink, put the glass into the cooler, and without warning, he lifted his jumper and T-shirt over his head.

Maybe he’d read my mind.

He leaned back with his arm behind his head and the sun glistening off his rippling abs.

How on earth could a girl concentrate with all that glorious flesh on display?

I took another tentative sip of the limoncello and fought the scowl forming on my face. “Okay, you want honesty? This”—I held up the glass—“is a little nasty. But it’s drinkable. Didn’t you say you and your father made it together?”

He started talking and I thought he was explaining how they made it, or he could have been talking about how to gut a fish or something, but it was impossible to focus with him looking all sexy like that.

“Shush.” I stopped him mid-sentence. “How can I concentrate with you like that?”

“What?” He looked down at his chest, feigning confusion.

“You, half-naked.”

“Hmmm, well you could even that up.”

If that was a challenge, he had no idea who he was messing with. I whipped my shirt over my head and as much as I’d taken extreme care in choosing my underwear for today, I wanted it off. I unclipped my bra and tossed it at him. It landed across his nose, but the cups were so fucking big, he couldn’t see.

Roman kept it there as he belted out a hearty laugh.

Capitalizing on the impromptu show while he was unable to see, I whipped off my shoes and socks and stripped naked. I straddled his chest.

His hands reached for my waist, and he gasped. “What’re you doing?”

I tugged my bra off his face. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m nudie sunbathing.”

He cupped both my breasts in his hands. “Crazy woman.”

I laughed along with him. “I told you I was.”

He reached for me. I reached for him. Our lips met and we kissed.

Our kiss was perfect, soft and gentle yet loaded with meaning. He squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples and I, in turn, lowered my hand to between his legs feeling the bulge already forming.

When I sat back up with my hands on his pecs, our eyes met. The intensity in his irises had my insides melting.

For the first time in my life, I had no baggage. I felt so free. Alive.

“You do drive me crazy, Daisy. Ha, that’s what I’ll call you . . . Crazy Daisy.”

I slapped his chest. “Oh, you’re hilarious.”

“You’re the one who’s hilarious. You make me laugh. Do you know how special that is?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “And you frustrate the shit out of me.”

“Gee, thanks.”