Page 46 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“Y-y-you do?”

I can see her brain working overtime, the light flush of her cheeks deepening with each passing second. I like having this effect on her, but more than that, I like seeing this side of her. Maybe my Brenna is more of a dirty girl than I thought.

My Brenna…

“Swimming, Bren…” I say, winking at her, my tone letting her know that I can tell her mind went straight to the gutter. To be fair, mine was right there waiting for company.

“We didn’t bring our suits…”

I give her another smirk, not taking my eyes off her as I walk to the side and open the hatch so we can access the water. I can see her mind still trying to process it, so I try and help her along, reaching over my shoulder, grabbing the collar of my tee and yanking it over my head.

We always have our birthday suits…

“We could go skinny-dipping.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she quips, quirking her hip to one side, finding her own sass.

Her eyes roam over my full sleeve, starting at my wrist, tracing the design all the way to my pec. The heat from her gaze feels good, and I can’t help but wonder if she likes what she sees. And if she’ll like it more the more she sees.

“Nope. Just you.”

I return the favor of inspection, my eyes roaming up and down her body, committing how perfect she looks to my memory. Those short little shorts have been teasing me all day. Almost as much as the curve of her shoulder and that lacy bra strap that keeps poking out from underneath her tank top. More than once, I’ve had to stop my inner teenage boy from snapping it, just to get a rise out of her.

My pulse rushes at the thought, wanting her to get all riled up on my behalf. Only so I can kiss it right off her.

“Oh, really…”

There’s no missing the sarcasm as she saunters toward me, a newfound confidence in her step. Oh, my Brenna can hold her own.

Making an X over the tribal design on my chest, I step into her, closing the gap. “Cross my heart.”

“Suuuuuure…”

Pushing out her chest, as if she’s challenging me, her beautiful breasts steal my attention as Brenna narrows her gaze and faces me fully. We're right on the edge, the open hatch to the lake a few inches to her left, the dark water bobbing underneath us in a steady pace. One step and she’s overboard.

“What?” I challenge in return. “You afraid of me seeing you naked? ’Cause I hate to break it to you, baby, but that ship has sailed.”

“You’ve seen me more than naked.”

That I have. And I still fantasize about it. Not that we need to bring that up.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

I blink, waiting for another jab. A quick verbal comeback that will keep me on my toes. Because sparring with Brenna like this is fueling a fire in me that I didn’t know I had.

But blinking is a mistake.

Because it gives Brenna the chance to grab ahold of me and push.

I shift, her effort catching me off guard. She might be smaller than I am, but she’s fast. And it’s more than enough to make me lose my balance.

However, she’s not quite fast enough.

Grabbing onto her arms, I hold tight as we both tumble through the open hatch. It’s a moment that allows physics to work its magic, taking over completely. One that you couldn't duplicate if you ran the experiment a hundred times over. But that doesn’t matter when we hit the cool water.

Still fully clothed.

Fuuuuck…