Page 27 of Slippery When Wet

“What?” She smiled, her eyes bright and happy.

“I’m just saying, we could go swimming,” I suggested. She chewed on that pretty bottom lip of hers.

“Swimming? But I didn’t bring a suit.”

“We don’t need one,” I found myself saying, wordlessly suggesting something a little crazy. A little wild. And I knew the moment she got what I was saying

“What about your neighbors?”

“They’re about a mile away from both ends,” I pointed out. The landscaping, tall shrubs, and even taller pines covered it, creating a privacy fence along both ends. “No one is around. No one comes by here. Ever. You said it yourself; you didn’t even know this place existed.”

“But…”

“You think I would risk anyone seeing what’s mine?”

“Yours, huh?” That sexy little confident naughty side of her flashed in her eyes.

“Mine.” All mine. Only mine.

“Skinny dipping, though?”

“Why not?” I asked and then started to chuckle. “Look, Abby, it’s okay if you don’t want to. I was just messing with you.” I winked, and she frowned. “I’m gonna go put this stuff away, alright? I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, and I felt her watching me as I went and put everything away and grabbed the cooler I’d prepared for us. I even stopped inside the house to get a bottle of red and two glasses.

“You ready to go to the—" The words died on my tongue. She was still standing where I had left her but had a determined look on her face.

One that looked a lot like the one she had at the pool before she dipped her feet in the water.

A lot like the one she had before she’d given me her first kiss.

Almost like she felt my eyes on her, her gaze rose and met mine head-on. I could see the confidence she was holding on to.

“Abby?” I called. She was across the pool from me. I couldn’t reach for her from there. All I could do was watch, and fuck me, what an incredible show it was.

Without saying a word or looking away, she pulled her hair down from the low ponytail she’d had it in and shook it out. Dark, silky locks danced around her like a cascade of dark chocolate tinged with small streaks of gold and red. My heart started to beat against my rib cage.

Come on, baby girl. Do it. Let loose. Be wild. Trust that no matter what, you’re safe with me, I silently encouraged her. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I would match her energy.

Her fingers ran through her hair before they traced down her front until they reached the hem of her shirt.

“You don’t have to,” I roughly rasped. “I was joking around.”

“What about our lessons? Skinny dipping would be kinda wild.”

“Definitely," I agreed, shoving my hands into the back pockets of my cargo shorts.

“A scaredy cat would never go skinny dipping.”

“True but…” I wasn’t sure what to say. She frowned; two cute little lines formed between her brows.

“You don’t think I would?” she asked, not in disappointment but almost with a hint of a challenge.

“I think you could do anything you put your mind to.” My chest rose and fell a little faster with every breath.

“Would you skinny dip?”

“With you?” I asked. Her lips parted, and she jerked her head in a tight nod. “Fuck yeah, I would.” I swallowed. “But there is very little I wouldn’t wanna do if it meant doing it with you.” Her lips twitched, and her eyes rolled in a cute bratty way that made me want to pull her over my knee to spank.

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