clothes.
Take them off for me.”
Her eyes widened. “I didn’t bring a change—”
“You have a bra on and panties, I presume?” His fingers wrapped around her wrist, drawing her to her feet. “I bet they cover you better than that damned bathing suit did when you were seventeen.”
The air was suddenly too thick to breathe, her sight dazed, filled with the color of Rowdy’s eyes and the desire she could see glowing in them.
Her thighs tightened as she felt the tingle of response racing through her womb, rippling through her vagina.
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“I’ll head the boat for the cove,” he whispered. “We could do some swimming, watch the moon rise over the lake. Would you like that, Kelly?”
“A bra and panties isn’t exactly a bathing suit.” She drew in a deep breath, moving away from him as she tugged at the large shirt.
“It’s not exactly naked, either,” he said as he moved to the wheel column. “Think about it. So do we go to the cove anyway?” He glanced back at her, lifting a black brow suggestively.
Kelly breathed in deeply.
“The cove sounds like fun.” She finally nodded firmly.
“And the clothes?” His gaze dropped over her body before coming back to her eyes.
She lifted her brow mockingly. “You haven’t done anything to deserve it yet, Rowdy,” she purred sweetly. “I guess I’ll just have to think about it.”
She was going to have to think about it?
As he maneuvered the Nauti Buoy toward the hidden cove he and his friends had partied in when they were younger, Rowdy found a smile tugging at his lips.
He might not deserve to see those loose clothes coming over her perky little body, but he was going to. The long, thin, denim shirt fell to her thighs and draped over her slender shoulders. Even her jeans were loose, a protective shell to cover herself with.
His jaw clenched at the thought. Kelly had never had a problem wearing clothes that emphasized her slender body and pert breasts, until now. The attack had changed that, she was nervous now, where before she had been confident of herself as a desirable, pretty young woman.
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She didn’t tease him like she had for far too many years. She was more contained, quieter. And he realized he missed the spitfire she had been. By now, they should have been arguing loud enough to draw attention, while she drove him crazy with a combination of lust and exasperation.
Instead, she was standing at the glass sliding doors, staring into the distance reflectively as her fingers gripped the drapes at the side.
“I think you’re wrong, Kelly.” He leaned into the back of the barstool he was sitting in, one hand gripping the wheel as the boat plowed through the water toward the cove.
“About what?” She turned back to him with a frown, her gray eyes twinkling with good humor.
“I think I deserve to see you stripped down to something decent.” He scowled. “Stop hiding baby.”
She rolled her eyes before turning back to the scenery outside the boat.
“You don’t know everything, Rowdy,” she retorted, but there was no conviction in her voice.
“I know you.” He began unbuttoning his own shirt as he glanced at her, his cock throbbing in delight as her eyes shadowed with interest.
Within seconds he’d stripped the shirt, tossing it back on the chair behind him as he flashed her a wicked grin.
She turned to him then, crossing her arms over her breasts as she lifted her brow.
“You could at least lose the jeans,” he pointed out. “That shirt is big enough to cover two of you. No one would know.”
Four years ago she had worn that tiny little bikini all damned day, flipping around him like a wood nymph intent on driving mortal men insane. Now, he couldn’t even get her out of her pants.
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Lora Leigh
“You’re pushing,” she warned, her voice holding a subtle snap.
“You haven’t seen me push yet, baby,” he growled in return. “Do you think I didn’t take the time to find
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