Page 58 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

“Okay, okay, hold it up for me. I’m coming.”

She dropped to her stomach, gritting her teeth as she army-crawled across the hard, icy earth. Her jacket and shirt rode up, and she wheezed between her teeth as the snow stung her bared skin.

When she finally stood up, she glared up at Eric. “You suck.”

He threw his arm around her with a chuckle. “Come on, the worst part is over.”

Feeling every bit like the criminals they were, Gracie crouched low and followed him across the open yard until they reached one of the private tub buildings.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Eric said.

She snorted. “Except now how are you going to get in there, genius? Aren’t they all locked?”

Eric pulled out his car keys and waved one of them at her. “Which is why one has a key.”

“How did you get that?”

“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.”

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