“And maybe a story about a French maid.” He kissed her jaw. “And a lingerie model.” He brushed his lips over hers. “And a hot girl in a sexy skort on a Barbie mobile.”

“A skort hardly compares to lingerie.”

“You obviously haven’t looked in the mirror when you were wearing one.” He lowered his lips to hers in a long, passionate kiss that had her hands pushing into his hair. Taking her down to her back, earning the moans that drove him wild, he intensified his efforts. God, he’d missed her. How was it possible to miss her taste, her voice, the feel of her touching him, when he’d left her house at three that morning?

He ran his hand up her outer thigh, beneath her miniskirt, and squeezed, loving the moan slipping from her lungs into his. He pushed his fingers under the slim strip of her thong riding high on her hip. “I want to touch all of you at once.”

“I believe you promised me some sexy water play,” she said so sweetly, it contradicted the leather clinging to her curves.

“That I did.” He kissed her again, deeper, more possessively. He brushed his lips over hers, holding her gaze as he unlatched another buckle on her bustier. “You’re wearing this another night when we’re indoors, because I’ve just added several games to our to-do list.”

“And I’ve got the toys to play.”

“Christ, Blue Eyes.” I like you way too much. He reclaimed her mouth, chasing away the thought as he wrestled with her collar, and then with the rest of her clothes. “Too many damn buckles.” She giggled at his frustration, and he bit her shoulder. “You’re going to pay for that laugh.”

“I’m counting on it,” she challenged.

When he finally rid her of the leather and whipped off her thong, he flipped her over in the sand and smacked her ass.

“Hey!” She turned over, grinning from ear to ear, sand covering her gorgeous tits and enticing stomach. “I’m going to laugh at you more often.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He stripped off his clothes and swept her into his arms, sprinting toward the shore. She shrieked, clinging to him as he went chest-deep in the frigid water.

She buried her face in his neck, shivering, her legs tightening around his waist. “Coldcoldcold!”

“I’m about to fix that. Give me your mouth.”