what she’d set up for tonight, what her prize would be for winning the kissing contest. What she planned to do to him.
She intended to make it a night he would always remember.
Regan heard the knock on the bedroom door and moved in that direction. He had to be wondering what she’d been doing in here all this time. Maybe he assumed she was packing, since they would be leaving tomorrow.
When she opened the door, he stood there, looking sexier than any man had a right to look. She’d seen him in jeans so much over the past two weeks that it would be hard getting used to him wearing suits again.
“You need me for something?”
Boy, did she ever, she thought, roaming her gaze up and down his masculine form. They hadn’t gone out today other than to take a walk around the shore after lunch. Then later, after dinner they had made love, showered and made love again. It was as if they’d wanted to get as much of each other as possible.
And she still wasn’t ready to let go, which was why she’d decided to play her last card tonight.
“Yes, come in,” she said, stepping aside.
He entered, stopped and did a full circle. Then he looked back at her. “What’s going on?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Time for me to collect my kissing game winnings, Garth. I get to do whatever I want with you. And do you know what I plan to do?”
Regan watched his throat move in a deep swallow before he asked, “And just what do you plan to do?”
She moved close to him and rubbed his chest, wishing her fingers could touch his bare skin and not a shirt. “What I want to do to you, Garth Outlaw, is to touch you all over. Tonight, I will be giving you a hot oil massage.”
A smile touched his lips. “Bring it on.”
Regan returned his smile. “I’m glad you’re a willing participant.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t know a man alive who wouldn’t be.”
She chuckled. “I need you to undress, Garth. Completely.”
Regan stepped back to watch him unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes. Blood rushed through her veins when her gaze drifted over his open shirt, bare chest and shoeless feet. Then he began shoving his pants and briefs down a pair of masculine legs.
When he was completely nude, she studied every inch of him. He had a body to die for, and she felt she was slowly drawing her last breath. It didn’t go unnoticed that while she was ogling him, he was studying her just as intently. Probably wondering what, if anything, she had on under her robe. To appease his curiosity, she wiggled her shoulders to ease out of it and reveal a very sexy negligee.
“Damn, that’s nice, Regan. Real nice.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
And it was so obvious he liked it. There were some things a man couldn’t hide. A huge erection was one of them. Knowing she’d caused it was getting to her. “Now I need you to get in the bed and lie facedown, Garth.”
She watched him walk over and stretch out on the bed, facedown. At that moment, an intense jolt of sexual need rocked her to the core. She had to get through this. She just had to. She would need the memories of being here with him, freely touching him, long after they’d returned home. She had to accept the reality that no matter what all she’d done here to make him want her, there was a chance he might never think she was wife material because he would never be able to love her. She forced that thought from her mind.
Once he had settled into position, he said, “I can’t see you in that short thing you’re wearing.”
“You will soon enough, Garth.”
She studied the contours of his back, which was military straight even while lying down. Coming to stand beside him, she poured heated oil into her hands and began to slowly massage the oil into his skin. There was something about the music playing, the scent of lavender flowing through the room, the low lighting and the gentle flames of the candles. She covered his back from top to bottom, gently rubbing her hands over his buttocks, down his inner and outer thighs, down his legs and all those areas in between.
“That feels so good, baby.”
She smiled at that term of endearment. “Trust me, I’m probably getting more out of this than you.”
“I doubt it.”
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