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"Marshmallow?"
"Maybe later," she said, finishing off her wine as she stared out at the lotus flowers glowing along the lap pool. "I can't believe you swim naked out here."
As soon as her private musing became a public proclamation, she regretted opening her mouth.
"You want to try it?"
She snapped her gaze to his. “What?"
"Skinny-dipping.”
"It's fifty-one degrees and the end of January."
Leif shrugged. "Swimming weather in Colorado.”
"It's not in Louisiana."
"The pool is heated. I've stopped swimming since the mornings are cold, but it's not bad tonight. We can go in and then get warm by the fire."
"No way,” Abigail said, shaking her head. "I don't have suit.”
Leif’s eyes danced with delight. "I said skinny-dipping. Haven't you ever been skinny-dipping?"
"Uh, I don't think-"
"Yeah, I know what you don't think. Keep your undies on if you're modest, but don't skip the opportunity to have a little- "
"Fun?" she finished for him. "Don't tell me you think swimming in January is fun. Or maybe it’s just a way to get me to shuck my clothes?”
Leif wiggled his eyebrows, laughing. Then he stood and pulled off his shirt.
Damnation.
Abigail tried to look away but couldn't. Mostly because his hands were now at the buttons of his jeans. Oh, good gravy. He was doing it. He was sliding those jeans down pretty spectacular-looking thighs. Denim pooled at his feet.
"Come on, Abi. We'll make out in the pool after our swim." He winked at her, kicked his jeans free and stood before her clad only in thin boxer briefs that molded to-
Abigail sucked in a deep breath, blowing it out her mouth as she watched him walk toward the pool. She looked at his crumpled jeans and then at his retreating form. His blond hair brushed the tops of those tanned shoulders. A lean waist introduced a spectacular ass. So spectacular that he should model underwear. His legs were muscled and only lightly sprinkled with golden hair that caught in the flickering lanterns.
An aching hunger bloomed in her belly.
Delicious.
Abigail reached for her collar, wrenching apart the two halves of her shirt.
Pop, pop, pop, pop.
One by one the snaps gave way. She shimmied out of her shirt, tossed it onto Leif's jeans, stood and shucked out of her jeans. The chill caused her to break out in goose bumps and her nipples to pucker through the pretty lace.
Wait.
She wore expensive underwear that chlorine could damage. She'd worn them only one other time and hated to damage the silk.
"Oh, yeah," Leif called, a slight splash sounding behind her. "The water is warm. Come on, chicken".
Chicken?
Chicken, her ass.
