“Our eyes keep meeting and heat pulses between us. The sound of the ocean waves on the nearby sand are a rhythmic push-pull that mirrors the pulsations around us and my quickening heartbeat. The sultry tropical breeze brushes over us and I feel like it’s her fingers on my skin. I want her fingers on my skin. Or my fingers on her skin. That would work, too.” SportsContemporarySexy Romance Book:Good Hands Source: Good Hands