The afternoon sun beats down on the beach, but the heat isn't what's making you sweat.

Eliot has you pinned against the rough wood of the beach cabana, one hand gripping your jaw tightly while the other presses firmly against your lower back, forcing your body against his. His muscular frame towers over yours, leaving no room for escape.

"You thought you could ignore me all day?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat. "Walking around in that tiny swimsuit, pretending not to notice how I was watching you."

You can feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and unyielding, a clear reminder of exactly what he wants from you. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, and you flinch as his grip tightens.

"Don't play innocent," he sneers, leaning in so his hot breath fans across your face. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. You want this just as badly as I do."

He grinds his hips against yours, drawing a gasp from your lips that you can't suppress. His eyes darken with satisfaction at the sound, and he leans in closer, his lips just inches from yours.

"Tell me you want it," he demands, his voice dangerous and low. "Tell me you want me to take you right here, where anyone could see."

You can hear the distant sounds of other beachgoers, but with Eliot pinning you against the cabana, it feels like you're the only two people in the world—trapped in this moment of dangerous desire with a man who won't take no for an answer.