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skirt slid up her thighs, stopping short of offering a peekaboo glance underneath.
    â€œYou’re just going to sit there and watch?”
    â€œI can close my eyes while you undress if you’re feeling shy. But I can’t promise I won’t peek.”
    He tried to remember the last time a woman had toyed with him and came up blank. Back home, he might as well have had the word “serious” tattooed on his forehead. Women looked at him and saw long-­term. And yeah, he liked being that guy, the one ­people knew they could count on. When it came to his family, he wouldn’t have it any other way. But sometimes—­like when he wanted a chance to explore a beautiful blonde’s long legs without worrying about the long-­term picture—­it was just plain lonely.
    â€œI’m not shy,” he said.
    â€œThen lose the clothes, Brody.”
    He pulled his Moore Timber T-­shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Stealing a glance at his audience, he saw her green eyes widen. She uncrossed her legs, drawing his attention to the smooth skin of her thighs. His gaze traveled up her body, leaving him wondering what lie beneath her silky shirt.
    â€œI hope you’re not shy,” he said, his voice low and wanting, a solid reflection on how he felt. “Because I want to watch.”
    â€œTempting. But this is your celebration. I think I should stay on the sidelines and play lifeguard.” Her sultry tone left him wondering what she sounded like in bed.
    â€œYou’re worried I’ll need saving?” He released his belt buckle and undid his pants before realizing he needed to remove his boots first. Maybe he would need her to come to his rescue.
    â€œWhat if you push yourself to the point of exhaustion?”
    â€œI know my limits.” And he’d never come anywhere close to them, not on a rescue, or in the bedroom. Seeing the way she stared at him—­as if the universe would grant her the X-­ray vision to peek beneath his black boxers if she looked long and hard—­he wondered: would her limits line up with his? Just how far was she willing to take this game?
    â€œSure you don’t want to join me?” He looked her straight in the eye, letting her see how damn much he wanted to get her wet.
    â€œMy underwear isn’t exactly appropriate for swimming.”
    Show me. Let me decide.
    Knowing he was seconds away from demanding that she strip, Brody turned and headed for the pool. He needed to slip into the lukewarm water before he proposed a different kind of celebration.
    â€œBrody, wait.”
    He paused, one hand gripping the railing. “Change your mind about playing lifeguard?” he growled.
    â€œThat sign clearly states you need a shower before entering the water.” She nodded to the list posted below the Swim at Your Own Risk warning.
    â€œDo you always follow the rules?” he challenged.
    â€œI’ve broken my fair share. When I was younger. These days, I try to do as I’m told.”
    Brody blinked. He barely knew Kat. Still, obedient was the last word that came to mind when he thought about the woman who’d knocked him over with a suitcase and demanded that he strip by the pool.
    But the lust rising up didn’t give a damn. The mental image was already lodged in his head. Kat on his bed, her wrists bound, waiting for him to spell out what he wanted . . .
    Turning on his heels, he headed for the shower. With one turn of the knob, ice cold water poured out of the showerhead. He moved underneath, biting back a curse as the shower’s spray ran over his mostly naked body. But the need to challenge her words refused to wash away.
    He’d always held back, giving the women he’d dated what they wanted. But he’d never taken. He’d never issued commands. In bed and out, he put the ­people he cared about first. He shouldered other ­people’s