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Of course that made him look at her mouth. And one glance made him think of all the things he’d like to do with that beautiful mouth.
But she was already out of reach.
Dane stripped down right there on the deck. Unless a plane flew overhead, no one would see him. He pulled his trunks on, then pushed the button to retract the glass roof, opening the hot tub to the sky and the stars that would soon pop out. Then he did exactly as she’d told him, pouring champagne, adding three raspberries to each flute from the small bowl Fernsby had left.
She stole his breath when she returned in a slim black one-piece that hugged her stunning curves, a keyhole gold buckle between her breasts and a plunging back that revealed every beautiful inch of skin right down to the base of her spine.
He drooled, wanting to kiss her right there in that keyhole.
Instead, he handed her a glass of champagne. After thanking him, she climbed into the two-person tub. Priceless. They’d have to sit facing each other, their bodies almost touching. Leaning over the side, she grabbed one of Fernsby’s shrimp puffs and popped it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and savored the delicacy, damn near moaning over it.
The sounds she made could drive a man crazy.
Opening her eyes, she looked at him without a single clue as to what she’d just done to him.
He had to sink beneath the water before she noticed.
“That sunset is amazing.” With the hot tub positioned so they could both see the view over the bay—Fernsby thought of everything—Cammie pointed with her glass out the terrace windows, where the sun streaked stunning colors across the sky.
“Gorgeous.” But he was looking at her.
With a satisfied sigh, she smiled. “I’m addicted to Fernsby’s treats.” She patted her stomach. “At some point, I’m going to have to back off, or my figure will soon be dealing with the consequences.”
What the hell was she talking about? Without thinking, he blurted, “Are you kidding? You have the most perfect body I’ve ever seen.”
Her beautiful jade eyes went wide. “Really?” Then she blushed. “Thank you. That’s really nice of you to say.” She paused two seconds, as if she actually had to think about what she was saying, and whispered, “Right back at ya.” Then she sank into the water up to her chin as if afraid of her own words.
He hadn’t meant to say it. It was one thing to compliment a woman on a new dress or a different hairstyle, but you simply couldn’t talk about your employee’s body. Not ever. You weren’t even supposed to look. Of course, he’d been looking for years; he couldn’t help himself. But he’d never let her catch him at it.
And what he’d really wanted to say was that she had the hottest body ever. Twelve years ago, she’d made him breathless, made him drool, made him hard. He’d delighted in every facet of this beautiful woman. But now, at thirty-four, she was even more striking than the day he’d met her. Because now he knew her—the sharpness of her mind, the sweetness of her character, the beauty of her soul.
Holding her glass above the bubbling water, she said, “You know how it is when you’re over thirty and everything starts to sag, and you go, wow, I’m getting older?”
“Are you crazy? You’re even more perfect than the day I met you.”
Suddenly, as though she couldn’t take another compliment without shrieking and jumping out of the tub, she changed the conversation entirely. “I can’t believe Fernsby actually found a two-seater tub.”
The tub was exactly right, but he said, “It had to be a two-seater. How else could he have hoisted it up here?”
Their body heat ratcheted up the water temperature. Their legs touched briefly, his thigh to her calf. He wanted to run his hand all the way up. But she jerked away as though he’d burned her. Maybe he had. He was certainly on fire.
Instead of sipping her champagne, she gulped it. Then she leaned over for a phyllo kiss, giving him a view of her swimsuit’s plunging back.
Matching her move for move, he stretched for a mushroom cap. And that brought him in contact with her leg again, her warm, fragrant skin skimming his.
He could have laughed at himself, getting intensely worked up over her leg. But she had beautiful legs, her calves toned from all the hiking, her muscles lean. His lusty thoughts almost made him choke on Fernsby’s scrumptious mushroom.
He was glad for the jets stirring the water so she couldn’t see him beneath the surface. She’d probably jump out in shock.
As if she needed to keep things on an even keel—and they might have been getting out of hand—she said, “I’ve always appreciated the work you’ve done. But this resort we’re putting together, it will help so many in the future. Special children who are really in need, as well as their parents and caregivers. I’ve never been more proud of you than I am right now.”
