With a smile in his voice, he said, "You sure about that?"
I tried to think. I didn'trecallever yelling at him.But had I?
I considered the question for like two whole seconds before I pulled back to say, "Hey, you're changing the subject, aren't you?"
"Me?" He flashed me a wicked grin. "Never."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I forgot, you'resuchan angel."
In spite of my teasing, hewasbeing an angel in the worst possible way. Here we were, lying around in hardly no clothes at all, and yet he'd been perfectly behaved.
Damn it.
I'd been trying not to stare, but sometimes, I could hardly help it. Whenever I let my gaze slip just a little, I could see the water droplets easing down his abs, following the same contours that I was dying to trace with my fingers.
Even now, I was sorely tempted. And yet, I wasn't quite brazen enough to make the first move, especially now, when I'd hardly seen him over the past week.
And besides,hewas controllinghimselfjust fine.Unfortunately.
This was in spite of the fact that I'd worn my skimpiest bikini – a little black thing that covered next to nothing.And, I'd been dropping subtle hints ever since I'd arrived an hour ago.
Was I trying to seduce him?
Definitely.
If only I were a little bolder, I would've ripped off my bikini fifty-nine minutes ago and pounced on him like the man morsel he was.
I felt my eyebrows furrow.
Man morsel?
Good Lord.
I shifted in the lounge, and the side of my thigh rubbed up against his leg. The leg was lean and muscular, just like the rest of his body – as I'd seen oh-so clearly today for the very first time.
Oh sure, I'd seen hints before now, but here, with very little clothing and just enough water to accent every line and ridge of his physique, I'd seen everything in all of its magnificent glory.
Or, at least, I'd seenalmosteverything.
Some parts were frustratingly hidden.
During the last week, I'd seen him only twice, and both times had been at the coffee shop, where we'd been seriously limited in terms of privacy and time.
In a perverse twist of fate, he'd been out of town for most of the week, and I'd had to work both nights that hehadbeen in town. This left me no opportunity for all of the things that I'd been fantasizing about – and not just naked things, either.
There were so many things I wanted to know, including the question that he hadn't yet answered. Pulling my mind out of the gutter, I said, "Soooooo… Are you gonna tell me or not?"
He turned on his side and leaned close to nuzzle my hair. In a voice filled with sin, he said, "Tell you what?"
My breath caught. It was a totally innocent phrase, and yet, he'd made it sound like he'd just said the filthiest thing imaginable. I heard myself murmur, "Huh?"
A low chuckle sounded in my ear. "I missed you."
I felt myself smile. "I missed you, too." And then, seeing this for the distraction it was, I gave his ankle a playful kick. "But youstillhave to answer the question."
He lifted a single eyebrow. "Aren't you bossy?"
I laughed. "I'm not half as bossy as you are."
