The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,77

serious. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you order anything smaller than the Breakfast Sampler Plate.”

“The fact that you can name an item on the menu has me a little frightened. I’ll agree to go out to breakfast with you, but I get to pick the place.”

“Deal.” He sat up, pulling the blanket down and leaving them both exposed from the waist up. “Although I might want something else first.”

“Later. I need food.”

She got on her hands and knees to search for her clothes, and he couldn’t drag his gaze away from her bare ass.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “You didn’t get your fill last night?”

“I didn’t get to see much of your backside—although I’m not complaining about the views I was blessed to see—so you can’t fault me for admiring it now. You have a very gorgeous ass.”

She smirked her amusement. “Yeah? Well, you might get to see plenty of it if I don’t find my underwear.”

“I thought you tossed it toward the bottom of the blanket.”

“Yeah, well, we got a little creative last night. Who knows where everything ended up?”

“So we just get up and look.”

“Great in theory,” she said, motioning her head toward the water. “I’m sure those fishermen are going to appreciate the view.”

“What?” Josh’s turned his head to see a fishing boat coasting into view. He tackled Megan flat onto the pallet and covered her with the blanket.

She laughed, pulling him down on top of her. “I think it’s too late to save my virtue.”

“Maybe so, but you gave your virtue to me, and I don’t plan on sharing it.”

“Oooh . . .” She grinned, pulling his mouth to hers. “I like it when you get all possessive.”

“Then you should love the rest of your day, because I plan to spend it being that obsessive boyfriend every girl either loves or hates.”

“And which one will I be?” she asked. “The one who loves it or hates it?”

His hand cradled her face. “I’ll let you tell me at the end of the day.”

She swatted him and he pulled her to him for a slow, hypnotic kiss that held the false promise of being the first of a thousand more. Her hands dug into his hair, keeping him firmly in place.

He lifted his face and gave her a genuine smile. “I promised you breakfast and the opportunity to not be gawked at by old men fishing on the lake. I’m neglecting my duties.”

“You haven’t heard any complaints from me.”

He looked out onto the lake. They were low enough to the ground that they’d probably gone unnoticed by the fishermen. He glanced around the pallet and surrounding grass. “So any good leads on our clothes?”

“Just what you see before you.”

He saw her dress, his jeans and nothing else. “Where are my T-shirt and underwear?”

“Forget your T-shirt,” she grumbled good-naturedly. “That bra and panties set cost me eighty-seven dollars.”

“How can you remember how much they cost so exactly?”

She cringed and turned her backside to him again. “I just bought them yesterday.”

“You did?” he asked, more hopeful than he’d intended.

She turned her face away from him. “Yes, and since I bought them hoping you might see them, you’re partially responsible for their return.”

“Well, when you put it that way . . .”

“You just want to see me in them again.”

“I could deny it, but that would be a lie.” He pulled his jeans on and zipped them up, taking extra care since he was going commando. “And you’d never believe it anyway.” He moved to the edge of the trees and spotted her bra several feet away. He held it up. “How’d this get over here?”

“Those damned raccoons,” she grumbled.

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I told you they were the ones you had to worry about.”

He dropped it by her on the sleeping bag and spotted his T-shirt on the other side of the clearing. After shaking it off, he pulled it over his head and decided not to put any effort into finding his underwear. He definitely didn’t want to wear them again if monster raccoons had been chewing on them through the night.

Megan had fastened her bra and raised her arms to pull her dress over her head when Josh froze.

“Uh, Megan . . . how frightened are you of bugs?”

“You mean like ants and mosquitos?”

“No . . . more like ticks.”

“What?” she screeched, jumping to her feet and dancing in place. “Get it off! Get it off!”

He ran over to her and pulled her into his arms to settle