I won’t stop until she’s mine. I’m an adrenaline junkie, always searching for my next hit. Skydiving, cliff jumping, surfing massive waves—I’ll do anything to get my pulse racing. But even freediving the ocean’s most deadly sinkholes pales in comparison to the rush I get when I meet Kennedy. And if there’s a bet involved? I’m all in. I never turn down a challenge.
Especially when the target is prim, proper, buttoned-up…and jaw-droppingly gorgeous. It’s enough to make any man want to unbutton her and make her scream all night long. There’s only one problem. My shy stunner wants nothing to do with me.
He’s a risk I can’t take. I let my guard down once, and it ended with an accident that nearly killed me. Never again. I’m just fine being single and safe, thanks. So no, I don’t want to dance with Gideon Hawke. Even if his gaze might set me on fire, his filthy mouth has me wetter than a river in spring, and the way he dances might get me pregnant.
And I don’t want to go home with him, get up close and personal with that massive bulge in his pants, or let him blow my mind. Letting him take me on a spontaneous getaway to a tropical island for no-holds-barred sex that rocks me to my core? Absolutely out of the question. Maybe he’s fearless, but I live here on earth, and people don’t just do that.