Her Island Fantasy — Emma Jay

Bailey Warwick has had a crush on Ian Viera for months, but he was involved in a longterm relationship. But now he's free, and the two of them will be spending time together in Hawaii for his brother's wedding to her best friend. Add to that, since her weight loss, she's realized if she sets her mind to something, she can have what she wants. And she wants Ian Viera. Will she have the courage to go after him? And if she wins him, will she have the courage to keep him?

Bailey tried to relax on the beach after the hike. She was grateful she was used to moving, and Max hadn't lied about the breathtaking views. She'd practically filled her camera with shots, and had already exchanged the chip so she'd have plenty of room for the luau tonight.
But she couldn't relax, knowing what she'd planned, and why. She was being ridiculous, was why. She should forget about Ian, concentrate on having a good time at her friend's wedding, not thinking about seducing a hot guy who would be not part of her plan.
She wondered if it was a self-esteem thing -- getting the hot guy into her bed would make all the hard work she'd done to get into shape worth it. For about a minute. No, she deserved better, a man who would love her, in shape or not, a man who would think she was hot no matter what.
And then Ian emerged from the ocean looking like a sea god and all her high intentions fled as she swallowed her tongue. He swept his hair back from his face and headed toward Sully, who was standing on the beach with a surfboard under his arm. The two men stood and talked for awhile as every woman on the beach had an elaborate menage fantasy. Then Sully set the board down in the sand and stepped back, motioning for Ian to lay down on it.
Bailey sat forward and wrapped her arms around her knees, watching in pure lust as Sully made Ian hop from a prone position to a squat, to a crouch, arms spread. Ian staggered, bracing his foot in the sand, but laughed and dropped flat on the board again.
Every muscle in his arms and back was defined and all Bailey could think about was how they'd feel beneath her hands as he loomed over her in bed. She reached for the warm bottle of water she'd stuck in the sand beside her to soothe her suddenly-dry mouth.
Sully made him repeat the exercise again and again, until sweat ran in rivulets down Ian's back. Bailey had the strangest desire to lick it off. God, what was she turning into? She shifted, stretching her legs out before her and sitting back on her hands, knowing she should probably hit the waves to cool off but not wanting to surrender this view.
Finally Sully seemed to think Ian had the hang of it, and the two men strode out into the water. Before she could even think about it, Bailey rose and trailed after them.
She stood waist-deep in the water as Ian tried to mount the board in the water, more often than not falling sideways and disappearing under the water. After about the third time, he turned to Bailey as if he'd known she was there all along, shook the hair out of his face and grinned. “Want to try?”