inherited a fortune from your parents. That opens up a world of possibilities.”
He flashed her a crooked grin. “I’m a simple man, baby. I don’t need a world of possibilities. I’d be perfectly happy living in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Hunting, fishing, living off the land. Sitting on the porch and smoking cigarettes and listening to the blues.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Her tone was playful. “Don’t you ever do anything crazy? Step out of your comfort zone?”
“In my line of work, crazy gets you killed,” he said ruefully.
“Fine. I’ll give you that. But you’re not in the army right this second, are you? Nope, you’re on leave. Which means you’re allowed to have fun and be crazy.” Her blue eyes shone in the yellow glow of the lamppost next to their bench. “So do something crazy already.”
“Like what?”
Her expression grew even more impish. “I don’t know...Hmmm...All right, I’ve got it.” As a mischievous smile tugged on her lips, she pointed to the fountain. “Take off your clothes and run around in the fountain.”
He snorted. “Sorry, babe. I’m not much of an exhibitionist.”
That got him a haughty look. “See? You’re no fun.”
“I’m cool with that. You can be the fun one in the relationship.”
Relationship?
Jesus Christ, what was he saying?
He quickly tried to backpedal, but Noelle spoke before he could.
“You know what, Jim? I think it’s time you stopped being such a control freak. I
dare
you to strip to your underwear and run in the fountain.”
“You dare me? What is this, middle school?”
“It’s an exercise in letting go.” She hopped to her feet with the agility of a gymnast. “Come on,
babe
, I dare you to let go.”
He stayed seated.
“I’ll tell you what—if you do it, so will I.”
The smile she shot him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Brighter than the lights sparkling in the water, more luminous than the full moon shining above them.
“Come on, it’ll be great,” she coaxed. “Unless...You’re not scared, are you, Jim?”
She blinked innocently, triggering that macho-man switch inside him that made it impossible to ever back down from a challenge.
He promptly stood up. “Oh, trust me, I’m not too scared to do it. I just don’t think
you
will.”
A delighted laugh flew out of her mouth. “Oh, Jim. Clearly you don’t know me
at all
.”
The next thing he knew, she was unbuttoning her cardigan sweater.
Morgan’s breath jammed in his throat as she began removing items of clothing. Sweet Jesus. Why had he opened this can of worms? Why had he—oh fuck. She’d stripped down to her bra. A pink, lacy bra that was so thin he couldn’t
not
notice the puckered nipples beneath the dainty cups.
His mouth went bone dry, all common sense and propriety draining away as his cock hardened beneath his pants. His gaze was only capable of registering the endless expanse of creamy skin. The way her long blond hair gleamed in the moonlight. The full breasts practically pouring out of that skimpy bra.
He was on sensory overload. Frozen in place as Noelle unzipped her dark blue jeans and wiggled out of them, leaving her in a pair of panties that matched her bra.
She was incredible. Smooth skin and supple curves, a golden goddess standing before him.
“And look who’s still dressed. Wimp.”
Her teasing snapped him out of his lust-filled stupor.
“Who you calling a wimp?” He whipped his shirt over his head, then shot her a cocky look.
He didn’t miss the way her eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest, or the rosy flush that bloomed in her cheeks. His erection throbbed painfully, and it dawned on him that there was no way of hiding his arousal once he took off his pants.
He tried to come up with an excuse to leave the pants on, but Noelle squashed the notion by pointing to his lower body.
“Down to your underwear,” she ordered.
Shit. This woman was going to be the death of
He flashed her a crooked grin. “I’m a simple man, baby. I don’t need a world of possibilities. I’d be perfectly happy living in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Hunting, fishing, living off the land. Sitting on the porch and smoking cigarettes and listening to the blues.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Her tone was playful. “Don’t you ever do anything crazy? Step out of your comfort zone?”
“In my line of work, crazy gets you killed,” he said ruefully.
“Fine. I’ll give you that. But you’re not in the army right this second, are you? Nope, you’re on leave. Which means you’re allowed to have fun and be crazy.” Her blue eyes shone in the yellow glow of the lamppost next to their bench. “So do something crazy already.”
“Like what?”
Her expression grew even more impish. “I don’t know...Hmmm...All right, I’ve got it.” As a mischievous smile tugged on her lips, she pointed to the fountain. “Take off your clothes and run around in the fountain.”
He snorted. “Sorry, babe. I’m not much of an exhibitionist.”
That got him a haughty look. “See? You’re no fun.”
“I’m cool with that. You can be the fun one in the relationship.”
Relationship?
Jesus Christ, what was he saying?
He quickly tried to backpedal, but Noelle spoke before he could.
“You know what, Jim? I think it’s time you stopped being such a control freak. I
dare
you to strip to your underwear and run in the fountain.”
“You dare me? What is this, middle school?”
“It’s an exercise in letting go.” She hopped to her feet with the agility of a gymnast. “Come on,
babe
, I dare you to let go.”
He stayed seated.
“I’ll tell you what—if you do it, so will I.”
The smile she shot him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Brighter than the lights sparkling in the water, more luminous than the full moon shining above them.
“Come on, it’ll be great,” she coaxed. “Unless...You’re not scared, are you, Jim?”
She blinked innocently, triggering that macho-man switch inside him that made it impossible to ever back down from a challenge.
He promptly stood up. “Oh, trust me, I’m not too scared to do it. I just don’t think
you
will.”
A delighted laugh flew out of her mouth. “Oh, Jim. Clearly you don’t know me
at all
.”
The next thing he knew, she was unbuttoning her cardigan sweater.
Morgan’s breath jammed in his throat as she began removing items of clothing. Sweet Jesus. Why had he opened this can of worms? Why had he—oh fuck. She’d stripped down to her bra. A pink, lacy bra that was so thin he couldn’t
not
notice the puckered nipples beneath the dainty cups.
His mouth went bone dry, all common sense and propriety draining away as his cock hardened beneath his pants. His gaze was only capable of registering the endless expanse of creamy skin. The way her long blond hair gleamed in the moonlight. The full breasts practically pouring out of that skimpy bra.
He was on sensory overload. Frozen in place as Noelle unzipped her dark blue jeans and wiggled out of them, leaving her in a pair of panties that matched her bra.
She was incredible. Smooth skin and supple curves, a golden goddess standing before him.
“And look who’s still dressed. Wimp.”
Her teasing snapped him out of his lust-filled stupor.
“Who you calling a wimp?” He whipped his shirt over his head, then shot her a cocky look.
He didn’t miss the way her eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest, or the rosy flush that bloomed in her cheeks. His erection throbbed painfully, and it dawned on him that there was no way of hiding his arousal once he took off his pants.
He tried to come up with an excuse to leave the pants on, but Noelle squashed the notion by pointing to his lower body.
“Down to your underwear,” she ordered.
Shit. This woman was going to be the death of
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