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She reached behind and unhooked the clasp of her bra, glad that her breasts were taut with the cold. Then she hooked her fingers under the waistband, sliding her panties down. She hadn't had time for a bikini wax, but she hadn't let herself go, either.

Slowly she let the silk fall from her fingers and stepped out of the last vestige of protection.

Then she turned and tried to saunter toward the lap pool, but it was hard because it was cold. Walking slinky like a sexy siren probably worked best in warmer weather.

Leif stood at one end, lotus candles doused, his gaze stuck to her.

"Wow," he breathed, his gaze eating her up as she made her way to the handrail and started down the steps toward him. Her fingers trembled and she couldn't believe she'd shucked her duds in a guy's backyard on a first date.

Who in the hell was she?

"Like Venus," Leif said, extending his hand, desire aflame in his blue eyes. "But, sweet lady, I promised this was only a date. How am I going to keep my hands off you?"

Abigail laughed and to her ears she sounded like the sexy siren who would have sauntered had it been summer. "Who said you had to keep your hands off?"

She stepped into his embrace, immediately noting the erection brushing her stomach.

Liquid fire poured into her as she lifted her arms around his neck.

"Damn," he breathed. "You really are something Abigail."

She smiled at him before she kissed him senseless. Tonight this was how she rolled.

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LEIF LOOKED AT the naked woman in his arms and couldn't believe his damn conscience had taken this particular moment to kick in.

He couldn't give Ms. Already Popped My Buttons what she wanted without violating the promise he'd made hours ago on the patio of Laurel Woods. He'd promised a date with romance. That meant a little flirting, a little kissing, and maybe a popped button or two in order to get to that lovely neck.

Yet here she stood in her birthday suit, driving his resolve into the gutter... along with his mind.

Because she was so sexy he wanted to do bad things to her.

"So?" She looked at him with an expression so vulnerable it made his heart ping. "Are you going to show me how big boys skinny-dip?"

Leif smiled. "I'm not sure you really want to do this, Abi."

"I thought you wanted to have fun. Didn't you tell me earlier to let go of all the things I had to do? To do nothing...or to do you?"

Yeah, but he hadn't thought she'd take him so literally. When Abigail let go, she meant business. He should have expected as much. He'd watched her over the past few months and knew that anything Abigail did, she gave it her all. And now she had finally let her guard down. She'd taken a risk, stripping out of her clothes and joining him in the pool. Though he'd teased and cajoled her, he hadn't thought she'd actually do it. He'd thought she'd watch and maybe get a little turned on. At the very least, keep her underwear on, but Abigail was balls-out. She'd surprised him. "Yeah, I wanted you to have fun, but I'm afraid you might regret this in the light of day."

Abigail snorted. “I’m close personal friends with regret. Such good friends that we sometimes braid each other's hair and compare horror stories. Regret is not something I'm afraid of."

"But I couldn't stand it if you hated me for pushing you to be naughty. I get the feeling you-"

Abigail trailed a hand over his shoulder, her gaze on the scar from a dirt-biking accident in his teens. "I'm a big girl, Leif. I know what I'm doing... unless you don't want me..."

He pulled her tighter to him, intentionally letting her feel how turned on she’d made him. ''As you can tell,wantingis not the problem. I just-"

"You won't hurt me. This isn’t about love. It’s just two people who like each other indulging in something not lasting. For the next few hours I want to forget about all the crap in my life and just feel normal. Is that so wrong? To want to be wanted?"

Leif kissed her softly. "Nothing wrong with that."

"So?"

He lifted her slightly and twirled her around. The stars spun and he allowed himself to lay his reservations aside. Abigail had ordered up what she needed. He wasn't about to hurt her by throwing it in her face. Besides, he'd wanted her ever since she'd spun that haughty ass around on his sidewalk over a month ago. And now he had her in his arms.

He could be stubborn, obtuse, and ignorant at times, but he wasn't stupid.

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