Rogue Devil (The Rourkes #11) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,73

the handcuffs.” She’s right back to the important thing—wedding night part two.

“How’s this?” I manacle both her wrists in one hand and lift them over her head. Then I kiss her roughly.

“That works,” she says when I finally let her up for air.

I keep my grip on her, taking in her dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. “I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Me too,” she says in a breathy voice.

“What in the world are you doing to her, Brendan?” my mom asks.

I turn to see my parents standing behind us on the deck. My dad arches a brow in question. Chloe’s cheeks are bright pink. I guide her in a slow twirl, keeping her wrists in one hand. “Dancing.”

“Interpretive dance,” she says with a straight face. It’s an inside joke with us. I nearly bust a gut, trying to hold in my laughter.

I take her hand and guide her off the deck, waving to my parents as we go.

We’re both dying, trying to hold in the laughter. When we’re a safe distance away, she asks, “How red is my face?”

“Better now.”

“You think they know?”

“Nah.” Yes. I’m sure they filled in the blanks. “Jack says any of the rowboats out front are for us. Wanna go out on the lake?”

“Okay.”

We make our way to the bank just beyond a copse of trees.

“You row. I’ll sit,” she says.

“That’s not how a rowboat works.”

She fondles my biceps. “But you’re the one with the spectacular muscles.” Then she pins me against a tree, her mouth crashing into mine. Raw lust spikes through me instantly.

She pulls away and smiles, a sweet angelic smile. “Okay?”

“Sure.” I can’t even remember the question.

A few minutes later, we’re in the rowboat, powered by my spectacular muscles while she’s sitting pretty up front, facing me and admiring my muscles at work. I wait until we’re in the center of the lake before yelling, “Tidal wave!” I rock the boat side to side.

She grabs the sides. “I swear if this boat capsizes, you’re going with me.”

“Careful, I heard those trout love a light snack.”

“Payback!” she yells.

I stop. “Sexy payback? That’s the only kind that’s worth it.”

She crooks her finger at me. I stand and take a careful step toward her. She rocks the boat, and I go flying overboard. Devil woman! The water is refreshingly cold. Of course I can’t enjoy it alone. I grab the side of the boat and tip her out.

“Ahh!” she screams.

She pops up a moment later and splashes me in the face. Then she swims to the boat. I give her a boost back in—she’s a lightweight—but before I can get in, she grabs a paddle and starts rowing away. I spot the other paddle floating away and retrieve it, treading water.

She looks like she’s having a blast, suddenly paddling on her own, switching sides on either side of the boat. She’s going extremely slow, though, because her muscles can’t compare to mine. She doesn’t even lift baby dumbbells.

“I can see right through that white dress of yours,” I call.

She stops and looks down at herself. “Oh crap. I might as well be naked.”

I take that opportunity to swim up, toss the other paddle in, and haul myself into the boat. Then I peel off my soaking wet fake tux shirt and put it on her. Which is not easy, with it being wet, but she helps me as best she can. The black of the tux markings hide the most important bits.

She pushes her wet hair out of her eyes. “I look ridiculous.”

“You’ve never looked more beautiful.” And I mean it. There’s not a single way I’ve seen her where I haven’t thought she was beautiful.

Her eyes go soft. I drop to my knees in front of her, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to mine.

A long while later, she breaks the kiss. “You see the kind of predicaments you get me into?” she asks, stroking my jaw.

“Here’s to many more. Let’s get a hot shower together to warm up and take the edge off.” I waggle my brows at her.

She smiles, her green eyes gleaming. “We have to be very quiet in there.”

I sit back on my seat and commence power rowing. “I can’t help it if you’re loud.”

“You make me loud.”

“I simply give, Chloe, I’m a giver. You have to get better control of yourself.”

We grin at each other for one sparkling moment, completely in tune, in the middle of a lake on a sunny day with the birds chirping