“You’re going to have to wait here for a couple of minutes while I get a few things settled. I’ll be right back, so don’t get nervous.” His lips brushed hers. “Promise me you won’t spoil everything by sneaking a peek. That’d be a sign that you don’t trust me, and what kind of marriage would we have then?”

“You’re really pushing me. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know, darlin’.” He nibbled her bottom lip. “While you’re waiting, why don’t you just go over all those things I told you I was going to do to you. That way you won’t be bored.” His chuckle was definitely diabolical as he slipped his hand under her dress, squeezed her thigh, and then opened his door.

It was an absolutely rotten thing for him to have said, because once he’d planted the idea, she couldn’t think of anything else. By the time he returned to the car, she was quivering with sexual anticipation.

She felt a rush of cold air as he opened the door. “Everything’s all taken care of. I’m going to carry you now.” He caught her under her knees only to immediately set her back down on the seat. “Phoebe, honey, you’re still wearing your underwear. I distinctly remember telling you I wanted it off by the time I got back.”

“You did not.”

“I’m sure I did. I guess I’ll have to take it off myself.” Sliding his hands under her dress, he pulled off her panty hose and her underpants.

“I’m going to freeze. It’s not even twenty degrees.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry too much about freezing. Where in the world did these panties come from?”

“I bought them.”

“They’re not much more than two little ribbons and a scrap of silk. Did you give up your industrial strength underwear just for me?”

“Just for you.”

“That’s sweet, honey, and I appreciate it. Now slip those high heels back on. I do like the way your legs look in high heels.” As soon as she’d done what he said, he caught her under her knees and swept her out of the car. Her skirt fell free and cold air fanned her naked bottom, which was exposed for the entire world to see.

“Please tell me there aren’t a dozen people standing around.”

“Only half a dozen, sweetheart. But they’re all too busy adjusting the carburetors on their motorcycles to look.”

She buried her face in his collar and laughed. He was outrageous, impossible, and she was having the best time of her life. But where was he taking her?

He shifted her weight and opened some sort of door. She was relieved to feel warmer air on her bottom as they stepped inside.

“That blindfold still tight?”

“Uh huh.”