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She shoved him off and scrambled to her feet. “If you think for one second that you’ve won the bet, Jesse Cates, you can think again. Our bet was about you getting me in bed and that means sex. What we just had wasn’t sex. That was just me reaching orgasm by myself.”
He rested back on his forearms, his red hair mussed, and his brown eyes hazed with desire. “Well, there’s no doubt, darlin’, that you were the only one who had an orgasm.” He glanced down at the front of his swim trunks. The thin waterproof fabric did nothing to disguise his large erection. “But I think I had a little something to do with it.”
She couldn’t argue. “Fine. You had something to do with it. But it wasn’t sex.”
He rolled to his feet and shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll have to up my game.” He started toward her and she held up a hand.
“Now just because I let you give me an orgasm that doesn’t mean—” Before she could finish, he walked right past her and dove into the springs. He rose up out of the water with a loud hoot and a wide smile.
“Come on in, Libby Lou. The water feels great!”
After what had just happened, she had no desire to test her willpower again. “No, thank you, I need to get back to my party planning.” She turned to the blanket and froze. “Where’s my phone?” She looked back at him. “Don’t you dare tell me that you took it into the springs.”
“Now would I do something like that when I know how much you love your phone?”
“Then where is it?”
“I’ll be happy to tell you if you can beat me at a race.” He winked. “Ready, set , go!” He took off swimming for the opposite shore. Liberty had no choice but to slip off her cover-up and dive into the water. He still beat her by a good ten yards.
But she wasn’t mad. She was finding it harder and harder to stay mad at Jesse.
She laughed as she splashed him with water. “Then I guess we’re even.”
He gave her a heated look. “Oh, no, Libby Lou. We’re not even. It’s now one orgasm to none. But just to be clear, I don’t mind at all if you go up by two . . . or three.”
It took every ounce of willpower she had to turn from the steamy promise in those eyes and swim for shore.
Chapter Twelve
“Open up your mouth. I need to check your teeth and see if you have any tartar.”
Jesse opened his mouth wide and the little dark-haired girl in the white lab coat with Veterinarian Pippin embroidered on the pocket peeked into his mouth. Her entire face scrunched up in a serious, intent look. She’d been given the right nickname. The five-year-old was a pip.
“Yep, you have tartar, alright.” She leaned closer. “I can see it on your back tooths. And tartar can lead to heart failure.”
Jesse closed his mouth. “Really?”
Pip nodded sagely. “Especially in old dogs.”
Jesse stared at her. “Old dogs?”
“I can tell by your tooths that you are at least ten years old. Which makes you seventy in people years.”
“Hey, kid, I’m not seventy.”
Pip reached up and scratched the floppy ear that was attached to the dog costume Jesse wore. “It’s okay, boy. With a little tooth-cleaning, you’ll still have a few good years left.”
“That’s good to know,” he said dryly. “But if you think you’re cleaning my teeth, Doctor Pip, you got another think coming.”
“Of course I’m not cleaning your teeth.” She turned to the little freckled-face girl standing behind her. “My assistant, Didi, will do it.”
Didi shook her head. “My mama doesn’t like me sticking my hands in people’s germy mouths.”
“Smart mama,” Jesse said. “Now if you’re done with your examination, Doc.” He went to get up, but Pip pushed him right back down into the chair.
“Nope, I haven’t checked for worms.”
Jesse swallowed hard. “Worms?”
