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Remy’s breath caught in his throat.
She stretched up for the hanger, her naked body pure art in all the lines and curves. Every one of which Remy had touched when they’d spent that stormy night together in the fishing hut.
Frozen in time, he couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.
Shelby tugged a pale blue dress from a hanger, lifted it and pulled it over her head. She turned just enough to expose a perfect breast.
Remy forgot to breathe, to think, to move.
The soft fabric drifted down over her body, molding to her form, the hem falling to the middle of her thighs. She bent to step into a pair of lacy underwear and pulled the garment over her naked ass.
At that moment, she turned toward the mirror.
Too late. By the time Remy realized his reflection was in that same mirror, she’d seen him.
“Uh…” he said so eloquently. “Are you ready?”
Her eyes widened.
“For dinner,” he added.
“Yes,” she said, smoothing her hand over the dress.
Remy’s cock jerked. “Need any help?” he asked a little late since she was already showered and dressed.
Her lips curled on the corners. “Not now.”
His cock growing harder by the second, Remy nodded. “Then I’ll be in the kitchen.” He spun before he did something she wasn’t ready for.
“Remy?” Shelby’s voice called out.
He half-turned, unwilling to expose the extent of his erection. “Yes?”
Her brow dipped slightly. “How long have you been standing there?”
He sighed, unwilling to lie. “Long enough.”
She met his gaze for a long moment. “And?”
“Sweet Jesus, Shelby, what do you want me to say? Sorry, isn’t it. I’m not sorry I saw you. You’re beautiful.” He shook his head. “I’m not sorry I saw you at all. So, sue me.” He turned and headed back to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and stood in the cool air, fighting a losing battle over his instinctive reaction to her beautiful body.
He wanted so badly to take her into his arms, rip the dress over her head and drive deep into her.
But she didn’t remember they’d made love before. If he came on to her now, she’d freak. When they made love again, he wanted her to be just as aroused as he was, just as free with her body as she’d been the time before.
Remy was nowhere near collected by the time Shelby emerged from her bedroom and joined him in the small kitchen. The kitchen was small for one person, impossible for two unless they were willing to slide against each other in a sensuous dance.
Yet, Shelby entered, nevertheless, the body that had been naked moments before, now clad in the pale blue dress, squeezed behind him, her hips brushing against his, her breasts sliding across his back.
A groan rose in Remy’s throat. He swallowed hard to keep it from escaping.
When she reached around him to open a drawer and retrieve spoons, her breast brushed against his arm, her pelvis bumping against his buttocks.
That groan escaped.
Shelby stopped moving. “Are you all right?”
He spun and gripped her arms in his hands. “This kitchen is too small for two people.”
