The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [178]
Though they didn’t have any cows there, it was peaceful and natural and they loved it, refusing to sell no matter how many times they were asked and regardless of the offer. They jointly owned a lot of property, and in two spots runoff from the main lake had formed a smaller lake and a pond. Gabe intended to build a house on that site some day.
“We’re going there?” Lizzy asked, interrupting his thoughts. She sounded horrified.
Gabe bobbed an eyebrow. “It’s real private.”
“Are the cows friendly?”
“Most bovines are. You just don’t want to walk behind them.”
“They kick?”
She sounded appalled again, so he had to really struggle to keep from laughing. “Nope. But you have to be real careful where you step.”
“Oh.”
Slowing the motor, Gabe let the boat glide forward until they’d rounded the cove and nudged as far inside as possible. Someone in years past had installed a floating dock, but it had definitely seen better days. It tended to list to one side, with three corners out of the water and one corner under, covered by moss. But at least it was a good six feet square and didn’t sink if you climbed on it.
Gabe threw a rope around a metal cleat on the side of the dock. It was strange, but his heart was already pounding like mad—he had no idea why—and he had to force himself to speak calmly.
He looked at her, saw her shy, averted gaze and felt the wild thrum of excitement. He swallowed hard. “This is as far as we get, so you can skin out of that dress now.”
She peeked at him, then away. “Why don’t you go ahead and get in, then I’ll…inch my way in?”
“Have you ever driven a boat?”
“No.”
“Do you know how to start it?”
She glanced dubiously at the pull start for the motor, then shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
He nodded. “So at least I know you’re not plotting on getting me overboard then taking off.”
Her eyes widened. “I wouldn’t do that.” She chewed her lip, looking undecided, then admitted, “It’s just that I hadn’t figured on how to go about stripping off my clothes out here in the open.”
“With me and the cows watching?”
“Right.”
He could have offered a few suggestions, but that would be crass. Besides, he was afraid his suggestions would offend her. Likely they would.
Oh, hell, he knew damn good and well they would.
“All right. I’ll turn my back. But don’t take too long. You can put your folded things on the cooler so they won’t get wet.” Before he could change his mind, he turned his back, stepped on a seat and dove in. He heard her squeal as the small boat rocked wildly.
The water was shallow, so he made the dive straight out, and seconds later his head broke the water. He could easily stand, so he waded to the dock, keeping his head averted, then rested his folded arms over the edge of the aged wood. He could hear her undressing.
“The water feels great.” His voice shook, damn it.
“It’s…green.”
He cleared his throat. “Because of the moss.” She probably had her shoes off already, and those ridiculous, frilly, feminine little socks that looked like they’d come from a fetish catalogue, though he doubted she knew it. He pictured her wearing those socks—and nothing else. The picture was vague because he had no idea what the hell her body looked like, but the thought still excited him. Dumb.
Did she only have on the dress, or was she wearing other stuff over her suit? He cleared his throat and mustered his control. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Well…yeah.”
His head snapped around, and he stared. She stood there, pale slender arms folded over her middle, long legs pressed together, shoulders squared as if in challenge. And her suit wasn’t a bikini, not that it mattered one little bit.
“Damn, woman.” The words were a choked whisper, hot and touched with awe. It felt like his eyes bugged out of his head.
She shifted nervously, uncrossing and recrossing her arms, taking her weight from one foot to the other, making the supple muscles in her calves and thighs move seductively.
Gabe had no idea if she blushed or not because he couldn’t get his gaze off her body and onto her face.
The one-piece suit was