Gage, Ronna - Send Her To Me (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

of his arm onto his forehead. “Good lord, it’s hot. I’m going in for a dunk. I’ll be back soon.”
    “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
    Carter looked away from the bikinis in the pool and glanced at the different groups of people. Most talked, others laughed and flirted shamelessly with one another. His eyesight strolled past, and then skittered to a stop and locked on a woman sitting directly across from him. She tossed back her hair, and his heart skipped a small beat. His cock twitched in his swim trunks. Her dark red hair fell down her shoulders to rest against her breast. She laughed at something her friend said. Carter could almost hear it, even over the blaring music. Her eyes sparkled while she engaged into a conversation with one of the players and his girlfriend.
    God, what were their names? The names lay on the tip of his tongue, yet he didn’t remember them to save his life. The more he watched her, the more he wanted to see. She gave off an air of confidence. She didn’t flirt and act superficial like some of the women he knew. He longed for a woman with self-assurance, and it wasn’t until this moment that he made the connection.
    How do I get her attention? “I need a beer.”
    He reached into the cooler for something else to drink. His hands fished around for a bottle. He hoped to ease the loneliness that threatened to occupy his heart. The sting of ice-cold water attacked his hand. He looked down and moved around the chunks of ice until he found the beer on the opposite side of the cooler. He made a quick glance in the redhead’s direction. To his disappointment, she was gone. His stomach quivered with discontent. Where did she go? He scanned several locations around the pool but didn’t find her. For some reason, her absence saddened him. He pulled the beer from the cooler.
    “Can I have one of those?”
    He heard a soft-spoken woman’s voice from behind him. Like a magnet to metal, it pulled him. Turning toward the voice, he came in eye-level with a woman’s crotch and lost the reflex to breathe.
    He swallowed hard.
    The brown boy shorts of her suit were sexier than any string bikini around the pool. Slowly, his eyes followed a path up to her face. Her thin, tanned stomach enraptured him. He longed to touch her tight, flat abdomen. Traveling further up, they lingered at her full breasts barely hidden inside a halter swim top. Hungry eyes feasted on the milky mounds of her breasts until he felt his mouth water for a taste of her. Finally, the greenest eyes he had ever seen gazed back at him. It’s her! The redhead from across the pool stood before him. The surprise almost knocked him for a loop. She’s a vision I’d happily go blind watching . Her small, rounded face showed little blemish except for the little freckles that dotted her nose. The mere sight of her woke up the beastly member in his shorts.
    He pulled off his sunglasses to get a better view of her face. She gasped. Am I not what she expected? Is that good or bad? The shine in her eyes and the small smile on her lips said otherwise. He smirked inwardly. “Sure.” Without looking, he reached into the cooler and grabbed the first bottle he felt in his hands. So distracted by her appearance, he didn’t watch what he was doing and bumped the bottle against the metal frame of the chaise lounge, and it burst into two large pieces in his hand, piercing his palm.
    He screamed out in pain, felt the stinging numbness in his fingers, and immediately dropped the bottleneck back into the cooler. “ Mother fu …. Son of a bi …” Carter lifted his hand. He carefully censored the string of curses in front of her. You know better than to curse around a lady.
    “What happened? Did you cut yourself?” The woman reached out and took his fingers in her hands. “Are you all right?” he heard her ask. She turned his hand over in an obvious attempt to aid his injury.
    He wanted to protest her examination, but one look into her