Page 65 of Sharing Shane

“My dress?” She glanced down, and when she looked up again, her cheeks were tinged the softest pink under her tan. “The usual.”

“Panties?” he asked.

Her tongue came out to wet her lips. “Yes.”

He set the empty bottle down on the counter, his eyes trained on her face as he took a step forward. “A bra?”

“It’s built into the dress,” she explained.

Another step. “So, no bra.”

“It’s more than you’re wearing,” she said archly.

Confusion clouded his eyes. “What does that mean?”

“It means you, going to dinner with your boyfriend, his husband, and whatever I am with no underwear on.” She tsked. “Naughty.”

“Whatever you are?” he asked, a rare grin splitting his face.

“Lover? Friend with benefits? Vacation strange?”

He snorted out a laugh. “Lover works. And I’m not commando.”

“I saw you take your clothes into the bathroom to get dressed,” she countered, eyes narrowing when he resumed his slow approach. “No underwear.”

“I already had it with me in the bathroom.”

“Oh. Well, now I’m disappointed.”

He came to a stop in front of her. “Seriously?”

“I was picturing you freeballing all night,” she complained and made him laugh again. “I guess fantasy just never lives up to reality.”

He leaned down slowly, his eyes on the pulse that fluttered in the base of her neck. “Is that right?”

“That’s been my experience.”

“Hmmm.” He braced his hands on the arm of the sofa on either side of her hips. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Life is full of disappointments,” she said with a dramatic sigh, and he would’ve laughed again if he hadn’t taken a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the scent of warm, ripe peaches and Veronica.

He loved the way she smelled.

“It’s still early,” he murmured. He nudged her hair aside with his nose and rubbed his lips against her neck. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Not really.”

“Play cards?”

“I’m terrible at games.”

“Walk on the beach?”

“Too much sand.”

“Hmm.” He flicked out his tongue to taste her, his lips curving when she shivered. “What else could we do?”

“Um.” With his lips against her throat, he felt her swallow. “We could look up instructional videos on YouTube. I’ve always wanted to learn how to rebuild a carburetor.”

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