Tied for Two by Lyla Sinclair Page B

that mean he and Alexis, as a couple, wanted to get to know me as a friend? Or he wanted to get to know me as something more and Alexis wanted to get to know me as a friend? Or…
    I looked into Eric’s eyes. Then Alexis’. They both had the same hopeful, seductive look in them. My heart banged against my ribs.
    “I’ve been fantasizing about you since I first saw you, Tanya,” Eric said. “And a couple of times, I thought I caught you checking out my ass.”
    Luckily, I wasn’t a blusher. I still felt my face flush at the idea that he’d caught me.
    Although, he’d already admitted to fantasies about me, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about, really.
    But why was Alexis here? I looked at her expectantly.
    “He needed some help with this fantasy,” she said. “So I offered.”
    I wished I hadn’t drunk the wine because I wasn’t at all sure what they were saying, other than I was the object of Eric’s fantasies, which was pretty awesome.
    “Oh, if we go out further into the bay, away from the lights, we can see an awesome moonrise tonight,” Eric said. “Are you ready to set sail?”
    “It’s not a sailboat, Eric,” Alexis said dryly.
    “I know, but it just sounds better than, ‘set the motor,’” Eric replied.
    A few minutes later, we were gliding through the water, a soft breeze caressing my skin.
    With the wine in me and the knowledge that Eric was attracted to me, the ride was a sensual experience. I closed my eyes and imagined the wind was Eric’s hands, sliding over my skin.
    “Are you chilly?” Alexis asked. I realized I’d been rubbing my arms as I thought of Eric.
    She reached over and ran her hands up my arms. It felt odd, but not bad-odd, exactly.
    “No,” I said. “I’m fine.”
    When Eric got far enough from the shore so the dock lights didn’t impede sky watching, he stopped the motor and dropped anchor. “This is perfect,” he said.
    Alexis excused herself and went downstairs. Eric took her place on the cushioned bench.
    “The first time I saw you, I started having wild fantasies about the things I wanted to do to you,” Eric said. “And for some reason, they were always on this boat.”
    A shiver of excitement rushed through me. “I…um…” Damn, I was so bad at this. “I’ve been attracted to you too,” I managed to say.
    He rewarded me with a million-dollar smile. “There’s something about your eyes,” he said.
    “They’re so big. It’s almost like they’re too innocent for a grown woman. Have you had a lot of boyfriends?”
    I wasn’t prepared for that question. I thought about how shy and unimportant I was in high school. Unfortunately, much of that overflowed into college life. The fact was, I’d had very few boyfriends compared to other women my age.
    “Not really,” I said honestly. “Maybe I am sort of inexperienced. I mean, not completely…
    but…” I figured he deserved a heads up, in case he expected me to turn into some sort of hellcat in bed.
    “It’s okay,” Eric said. “I’m experienced enough for both of us.”
    The air caught in my lungs. I imagined Eric over me, inside me.
    “Big brown eyes…” he said wistfully. “And this tiny little body…”
    “Tiny?” I said, a bit annoyed. It was a pet peeve from my school days. Several of the popular girls had taken to calling me that. I hated feeling small.
    “Petite,” he said, lifting my hand and holding my palm against his much larger one. “I like being a lot bigger than you.” A tiny warning bell went off in the back of my mind at that statement. There was something about the way he said it, but I ignored it. If I got even one night with Eric, it could fill my fantasies for months. And being admired by a guy like him was quite a confidence booster.
    He laced his fingers into mine and leaned toward me. When his lips contacted mine, my whole body heated. His tongue circled seductively around my lips, then gently pressed inside. I reveled in the fabulous feel of his