Page 83 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
“Stephanie doesn’t swim, and the elevator doesn’t come down to this level, so Vivi’s not going to walk in,” he promised.
He ran his gaze over the robe. “You know how much I like that, Red, but it’s gonna have to come off.”
I bit my lower lip as goosebumps chased each other across my skin, and my heart played my breastbone like a hi-hat drum.
“You first.”
“You sure drive a hard bargain for someone who lost,” he said.
“It was atie.”
He grinned. “Fine.”
Keeping his eyes locked with mine, Gray unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoved them down, and let them hit the tile pool deck. Then he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and dragged it up and over his head, exposing his chest and sculptured shoulders and those delineated, highly lick-able abs of his.
That left only his underwear, which were dark gray and form-fitting.
And the form they revealed wasimpressive—long, and thick, and straining against the stretchy fabric.
My heart fluttered, stealing my breath.
“Okay, your turn now, Red.”
Feeling self-conscious about walking through someone else’s house in nothing but a robe, I’d put on a pair of panties and a matching bra.
When I opened the robe, and Gray saw the lingerie set, he took a deep breath and shook his head like someone observing a wonder of nature such as a waterfall or a sunset.
“Cheater yourself,” he accused with a raised brow. “You put some clothes back on.”
Though I was struggling for breath, I managed to say, “I thoughtyou’dlike to watch.”
Where hadthatcome from? And who was I?
It was like Gray had reached back in time and dragged the un-honeymoon me here from the Greek islands. My sense of confidence and my sexuality were reawakening—thanks to him.
I could have sworn I heard a growl. “You know I would.”
Shedding the red robe, I tossed it onto a nearby chair. Gray sat in another chair, watching. Waiting.
Feeling wobbly but excited, I slid the bra straps down my shoulders, then unfastened the band. The bra dropped to the floor.
Gray smiled and leaned back in his chair, rolling his lips in then out as he crossed his arms under his chest.
Encouraged by his appreciative expression, I hooked my thumbs under the top band of my panties at each of my hips. I paused, letting him wonder—letting myself wonder—If I’d actually do it.
My heart was pounding so hard he could probably see it vibrating my chest wall.
I slid the panties down and stepped out of them.
Gray blew out a long breath, like a silent whistle. “Scarlett… you are stunning.”
He stood and slid his own underwear off his hips, freeing his erection.
Talk about stunning.
I dove into the water, enjoying the bracing sensation of its coolness on my overheated skin. A splash sounded behind me a second later, and then his strong hands were on my bare skin, hot even compared to the heated water.
He slid them over my legs, over my bottom and stomach. I stopped swimming away from him and fanned the water with my hands to swirl toward him.
