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“Would you like to take a swim now?” he dared her, his breathing uneven. It did great things to her self-esteem to know he was just as affected by that kiss as she was, though his arousal had already driven that point home.

“Why does it seem like you goad me on purpose?” she inquired, debating if she wanted to take him up on his silent dare.

“It’s the hard shell you have around you. I want to be the one who cracks it.” He looked serious as he said it.

“You don’t know me, Jordan.”

“That’s what I’m trying to remedy. If you allow me.”

“You just want to get laid,” she responded boldly. Brea was never really one to mince words.

“Yes, I like to get laid. But I assure you this isn’t about getting laid. I really want to get to know you. You’re not like other women. That intrigues me.”

“All men say that to women. But thank you for being honest. I’m not sleeping with you.” Brea took off her sweatshirt, not looking at him, for if she did she would lose her nerve. “I will go for a swim however.”

She could feel Jordan’s, gaze glued to her as she brought the sweatshirt over her head. Her nervousness made her feel like a little girl, and at the same time a very desirable woman. She used one foot to pull one slipper off by the heel, then the other one, and she stepped back, not looking at him once. She gripped the band of her pants and pulled them off. Brea now stood there in a plain bra and panties and looked at him.

“Am I to swim alone then?” she challenged.

Brea watched and swallowed as his chiseled chest was revealed before her eyes. His six-pack abs were sculpted. He, too, toed off his shoes and wasted no time at all sliding his pants off. He obviously had no problems going commando. He stood gloriously naked in front of her. He could have been a statue, his body was perfection. His loose hair blew back and Brea unconsciously stepped forward.