Page 59 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

“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.”

His hand skimmed farther up, encircling her ankle with his big hand.

Before she realized what he was about, she found herself pulled under. She thrashed

back to the surface and came up sputtering.

She wiped the water out of her eyes and glared. “You are a jerk!”

He grinned, droplets glistening in his beard. “Come on, it was kind of funny.”

“For you maybe. Now I’ve got super wet hair, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it is like eight degrees outside.”

“Want me to wrap my shirt around your head like a turban to dry it, princess?”

Gracie’s eyes narrowed, and before he could duck, she splashed him in his face. “Take your princess and shove it!”

He wiped at his face, laughing, and when he met her gaze again, she saw the wicked twinkle in his eye. “It’s on.”

“No it’s not!” she squealed, trying to scramble away, but he pulled her back into the water and tugged her against him.

His arms locked around her like steel bands, and when she started to scream, she found her voice muffled against his chest.

“Shh, you don’t want to get caught, do you?”

She shook her head back and forth, and he eased up his grip.

“Good girl,” he said.

For that, she leaned over and bit his chest.

“Ow!”

“I am conceding for now, because sounding the alarm would bring about our mutual destruction. Doesn’t mean I won’t be seeking my revenge on you at a later time.”

He’d released her long enough to rub his chest. “I figured taking a chunk of pectoral muscle with your teeth was revenge enough.”

“Dude, it is going to take at least a month to get this smell out of my hair. You have not begun to feel my wrath.”

He gazed down at her, clear amusement on his face. “Wow. Yeah, no that right there was really terrifying.”

“Shut up.”

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