Okay, she was fucking with him. He straightened. “So, is Mr. Wonderful moving to St. Christophe to wear the crown or are you moving out here to work his ranch?”

“Details. We’re just going to wing it, let true love run its course.” She laughed. “It’s just a date. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, but he might expect things.”

She covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes comically wide. “You don’t mean…s-e-x, do you?”

“All right, smart ass. Get dressed. Let’s pay for all this crap and get out of here.”

“Wait. There’s one more thing I want you to look at.” She made a circling motion with her finger.

“Fine.”

“And close your eyes for real this time. No looking at your phone.”

“Why? You gonna get nekkid?”

“Actually, yes, and I don’t want you to go crazy and start pawing at me.”

“I think I can control myself.”

“I don’t know. All I did was ask one for one little kiss, and you were all over me.”

He smiled. “Sure as fuck was. So don’t be asking me for any more kisses, unless you want what I’ve got to give.”

“Oh, okay, bad boy. You’ve got me running scared now. Just keep your eyes closed. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

Brodie wanted to watch her strip out of that dress more than he could ever remember wanting anything. He wanted to see her tits pop out as she leaned forward to let the straps fall from around her neck, her ass sway as she lowered it over her hips, and her smooth skin bared in the soft light of the dressing room.

He wanted to see that shy smile and feel those bold fingers, wanted to feel her hips rock up and grind against his hard cock. How many minutes would it have taken before she’d gotten herself off last night? If he hadn’t walked out on her, she’d have come. He’d have gotten to watch her features go slack, her body seize in ecstasy.

Fuck, yeah. He wanted to see that.

Wanted to be the one to make her come.

He heard her moving around in the dressing room, the smack of elastic, and then it went quiet. “You ready?” he asked.

“Um...”

He turned around to find her in a black bikini. Two scraps of spandex covered her plump tits, and the bottom was a strip of fabric connecting two patches of fabric.

“Brodie.”

“What?”

“Eyes up here.”

“How can I give you my opinion if I’m looking in your eyes?”

“Can you at least wipe the drool off your chin? It’s very unbecoming.”

“You going to wear that for the hot cowboy?”

“Yes. I thought I’d answer the door in it and pretend I just got back from the lake, tell him I’m running late. Good strategy?”