“And?” He was definitely daring her with those blue eyes.
“You,” she admitted.
“Jenn …” His voice got deep and husky, and he edged closer. He was going to kiss her, but she had to tease him just a bit longer.
Dodging away, she said, “Truth or dare.”
She’d dare him to kiss her. Soon.
“Any other boy would dare me to strip out of my dress and jump into the waterfall, but not you.”
“Oh no?” He gave her a smoldering look. “Why not?”
“Because you’re a good Christian and much too classy. You’d just ask me to jump in with you fully clothed.”
“I would,” he admitted. He tugged her toward the ledge. “Ready?”
“Let’s do it.”
“Three. Two. One!”
They jumped off the ledge together. After a quick plunge, cold water surrounded them. Tristan wrapped his arm around her waist and easily tugged her to where they could touch. He encircled her waist with his arms and pulled her in close, him in his suit and her in her dress. It was silly and crazy and exhilarating.
His gaze dropped to her mouth but lifted quickly. His blue eyes were warm in the moonlight. She should be shivering from the cold water, but in Tristan’s arms she was warm, filled with exhilaration.
“Truth or dare,” she whispered, afraid of breaking the spell.
“Truth,” he said.
She felt a sting of disappointment. She was ready to use the dare to get him to kiss her.
“You’d ask me what my loftiest dream is … and at the risk of being too cheesy, because I know you’ll tease me, I’d admit that even more important than traveling the world to help children ...” She looked down, then dared to meet his gaze again. “You are my loftiest dream, T.”
“Jenn.” His voice sent thrills through her, but his look and touch were even more meaningful. “I feel the same. You’re my loftiest, most exhilarating, happiest dream. With you by my side, seeing me, faults and all, and still wanting to be with me, I can do anything. Be anything. A fair and benevolent king like my father.”
She loved that. She loved him.
“Truth or dare,” she managed.
Her heart beat faster and faster.
“You’d dare me to kiss you long and slow, because we both know that’s the real reason you brought me to the waterfall pool tonight.”
He chuckled. “You know me so well.”
Tristan gently lifted her until their mouths were aligned and she was no longer touching the bottom of the pool. She slid her arms around his neck, anticipation thrumming through her.
“You’re the only woman for me, Jenn.” His breath was warm against her mouth. “Ever.”
“Oh my, Mr. Crown Prince, what beautiful lines you spout.”
“All the better to convince you with, my dear.” He smiled slightly, but then he said in a husky, irresistible voice, “It’s not a line, Jenn. I’ve known for years that you’re the only woman I want. Tonight is a dream come true for me.”
With those beautiful words, he captured her mouth with his. Joy and light exploded within her. Tristan kissed her long and slow, and it was absolutely perfect. She was the only woman he wanted, and they’d be together. True love.