Page 57 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell

“You don’t want to know,” he said.

Her lips thinned. “Oh, that’s right. You dated Kristy Melvin.”

Before she’d worked up to being good and irritated, he pushed her up against the side of the building. She stared up into his shadowed face in surprise.

“I am here with you, and more to the point, I want to be here. Forget Kristy and any other person we may or may not have hooked up with in the past. Let’s just have fun.”

His proximity was enough to have her nodding and agreeing with whatever he said. When had she become a dopey sap?

He pulled away and unlocked the door, ushering her in. Once the door was firmly closed, he flipped on the light. A yellowish glow illuminated the room, and she wrinkled her nose as the smell of the water rose up with the steam. Hot springs always smelled like a combination of sulfur and river water to her.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asked.

“I hate the smell.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you complain a lot?” he asked.

Before she could respond, he unzipped his coat and tossed it aside. His fingers moved nimbly over the buttons of his shirt, and her mouth went dry as he spread the plaid flannel, revealing his lightly furred chest.

He wasn’t even looking at her, so he didn’t catch the way she stared at his abs. She was supposed to be a mature adult, but when he bent over to untie his boots, she found herself standing on her tiptoes to get a better look at the muscles on his back.

He looked up finally, pausing. “You going to just stand there, or are you going to strip?”

Right, she was going to get undressed too, and then they would both be naked. Buck-ass naked, with nothing but hot water between them.

She gulped as she shrugged out of her jacket.

He unsnapped his jeans right before she turned her back on him. She pulled her sweater over her head and heard the sound of the zipper clicking open. Her heart skittered as she listened to the rustling behind her, and couldn’t help looking over her shoulder.

He was just stepping out of his pants, and she felt the burn of a blush on her cheeks as she turned back around. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, slipping the straps down her arms. She was just kicking off her own boots when she heard the splash of water behind her.

God, is he completely naked?It wouldn’t be the first time she and Eric had fooled around, but she’d never seen his complete…package.

“Get the lead out, McAllister. The nights a wastin’.”

She’d been about to wiggle out of her jeans, but she hesitated. “Are you just sitting in there staring at me?”

“No, I’ve got my eyes closed like a gentleman.”

Her lips pursed at his sarcasm. “I’m not removing another article of clothing until you’re doing just that.”

“Hey, don’t act all innocent. I saw you sneaking a peek. Besides, it’s not as though I haven’t seen and tasted you before.”

Gracie quivered remembering her drunken mistake with Eric over a year ago, after Ryan’s bachelor party. “Fine, I peeked, but it’s different for women. So, shut them peepers.”

Eric grumbled, and when she turned a bit, she saw that he did seem to have his eyes closed.

Stripping as quickly as she could before he decided to open them again, she felt her teeth chattering as the cold air ran across her skin, tightening her nipples and raising gooseflesh over her arms and legs. She dipped a toe into the water, forgetting all about the smell as the heat of the enveloped her foot. She stepped all the way in with a sigh and leaned back against the edge of the pool.

Gracie sensed Eric’s movement before she opened her eyes and found him in front of her, squatted down to eye level with her.

“So? Wasn’t such a terrible idea, was it?”

“Hmmm, it does feel good.”

His hands glided over her foot under the water, and before she could ask what he was doing, he was rubbing his thumb deep into the bottom of her arch, making her moan loudly. She hadn’t even been aware how badly her feet hurt.

“God, that feels good.”

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