Page 72 of Fall Love

Neve drinks me in. “Seriously?”

I slap my hand on my abs. “You’ve seen this before.” We were naked that night, but we were also so wrapped up in each other and the layers of blankets.

“And everyone saw it today,” she snarks.

“No one was looking,” I state, thinking of all the men in various stages of undress.

“Everyone was looking,” she hums, roaming her gaze down my middle one more time.

“Well, the only ogler I care about is you.” I focus on her eyes when she finally meets mine. Because I care about you.

She smiles softly. The first real smile I’ve seen all day.

My turn is next, and I hit close to the bull’s-eye. We both hold our breaths for a second, seeing how narrowly I missed the mark.

“What if neither of us makes a bull’s-eye?” she questions, her voice low, breathless.

“I’ll still give you anything you want.” Anything.

She glances at me expectantly.

“Lose the overalls,” I command. I’m a lucky man because this is one giant article of clothing covering her.

“That means I have to take off my flannel shirt, too.”

“If you insist.” I smile.

“That’s cheating.” But she has no heat in her voice, only another smile.

“A cheater, I am not.” I nod at her. “You can put the shirt back on then.”

She doesn’t. She stands there in that stretched-out, oversized tank top and a scrap of underwear that exposes her ass when she spins to take her turn.

I raise my fist to my mouth and dig my teeth into the edge of my hand, when what I really want is to bend her over that poker table and take a bite of her ripe ass. I may even whimper, because Neve glances over shoulder, and whispers, “Easy there, Driver.”

Then she blindly tosses at the board and hits a bull’s-eye.

I gasp and she spins back for the circle, squealing at her point. “Do I collect now, or later?”

“Later.” My throat is gravelly, my willpower on edge. Still, I want her undressed before favors are collected.

“Jeans,” she says, not batting an eye, hardly blinking, as I pluck open the button and take my time to lower the zipper. I shove the jeans over my hips and then lower, kicking them off and to the side.

When I stand tall, Neve’s teeth dig into her lower lip. “It’s so unfair.” Her gaze runs up my shins and over my thighs and around my hips, before finally stopping on the dark green boxer briefs where I’m already half hard for her.

“What’s unfair, baby?”

“You.” Her gaze drops to my toes. “Even your feet are sexy.”

I laugh. She’s hilarious.

I step over to take aim, wanting a bull’s-eye of my own, but when Neve’s hand wraps around my belly, and her fingertips scrape across my abs, my dart barely hits the board.

“Now who’s cheating?” The corner of my mouth crooks upward.

Neve smiles salaciously and slides in front of me. So close her belly brushes my stomach.

She waits as I breathe her in before saying, “Shirt.”