My hands went to Crosby’s jeans, fingers struggling to get the button free. Crosby tugged his t-shirt over his head in one of those smooth moves I’d only seen in carefully choreographed movie scenes. My hands stilled when his jeans came unbuttoned. “Do you have a condom?” I was on the pill, but I didn’t take chances. Not anymore.

Crosby slipped his wallet from his back pocket and tugged a condom from the fold. I laughed, but it sounded a little manic. “Just like high school, right? I hope that thing didn’t expire a decade ago.”

His lips twitched. “I’m always prepared.”

“A true Boy Scout.”

“Kenna?”

“Yes?”

“How about we have less being a smartass and more touching?”

I raised a brow. “I’m great at multitasking. I’m sure I can handle both.” My hand slipped into the band of his black boxer briefs and wrapped around his shaft.

Crosby bit out a curse. “I stand corrected.”

I grinned. “I like a man who can admit when he’s wrong.” I gave him a few lazy strokes, relishing the feel of smooth skin wrapped around the hardness beneath.

“I’m wrong. So wrong, I’ll never be right. Just as long as you keep doing that.”

I chuckled. “I think we can come up with something a little better.”

Crosby’s eyes flared. In a split-second, my hand was released, and I was airborne, flying back and landing in an undignified sprawl on the mattress. “Damn straight.”

A giggle erupted out of my mouth as I bounced. I didn’t giggle. It was girlie and naïve, but I couldn’t lie and say the sound hadn’t just escaped me. I pressed my lips together to keep another from escaping.

Crosby’s lips twitched as he stared down at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul that under that graceful and dignified shell is a woman who giggles.” I scowled at him, and he burst out laughing.

I went to sit up, but he was on me in a flash, lips skimming over my neck and up to just below my ear. “Oh, no, you’re not running away from this.”

I fought to keep my breathing under control. “Then stop laughing and get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Crosby slipped the straps of my tank top off my shoulders, the glide of his fingertips lighting a path of sensation across my skin. He pulled the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the air, then my navel. He grasped the band of my sleep shorts and panties and tugged them free. Then he froze. I had the sudden urge to squirm. “You are so damn gorgeous.”

Heat hit my cheeks. Giggling and now blushing. It was as if I were drunk on the hormones in the air. I hooked my toes in the pockets of Crosby’s jeans that sat loosely on his hips. “Off.”