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“Tough day?” I grip the hem of my sweatshirt, debating one last time if this is a terrible idea.

It is. It definitely is, but his gaze dips between my thighs and I feel the weight of them, heavy and burning as if he is already touching me there.

“Better now.”

My breath accelerates as I lift the sweater over my head and lower myself into the searing water. The night air is cold, a direct contrast to both the water and the warmth pooling between the apex of my thighs. My white T-shirt clings to my body like a second layer of skin and through the steam, I almost miss the way his jaw flexes when his eyes land on my nipples. I need to splash some water on the tension building, and fast.

“True or false?” I say, and his eyebrow quirks up. “You sing in the shower.”

“False.”

“Interesting.” I dip lower into the water until I’m covered up to my chin.

“True or false?” he asks, still sitting firmly on the opposite side of the hot tub. “You snore.”

Rude.I was trying to let him get off easy, but now that I know he’s going to play dirty. “True.”

He smirks at that and rises to his feet. Water slides down ridge after ridge of defined muscle. My gaze trails along the dark hair that starts below his belly button and continues down past his black shorts that cling to the lowest parts of his hips.

“True or false. You’ve had a crush on a cartoon character.”

“True.”

My mouth parts, and I spit out the water that seeped in. “Who?”

“I don’t think that’s how the game works,” he says, shaking his head.

I bring my attention back to his face, and his lips are turned upward because I’ve been caught staring.

“True or false? You’ve thought about me.” He wades through the space between us, and I narrow my eyes at him. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. He hovers above me and I tilt my head up to look at him rather than his thick adonis belt a mere inch from my face.

“True.” The way his lip quirks up makes me both hot and annoyed. “True or false? This is where you bring all the Stoney Meadow girls for a hookup.”

“False.” His substantial arms find the rim of the tub, resting on either side of me. “No one other than me—” He dips his head down to me. “And now you—have ever been out here.”

Between the pressure from the jet blowing into my back behind me and the heat from his eyes, I could combust at any moment.

“True or false?” He lowers his body back into the water in front of me, and his large hand leaves the edge of the top and drops to my thigh.“You didn’t wear a bra because you know it drives me crazy.”

“False.” I wrap both of my legs around his waist. “I didn’t wear a bra because I don’t like them, driving you crazy just happens to be a nice benefit.”

A deep groan rumbles from the back of his throat as he pulls my body flush to his.

I reach for his gold chain but at the last minute, my middle finger trails over the thick red scar that stretches from his clavicle down his shoulder. “True or false? You want?—”

“True.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” My armswrap around his broad shoulders, one of his roping around my lower back.

“If it has to do with you, I don’t need to know. The answer is true. Yes. Every time.” Aching pleasure floods my entire body, and I arch my breasts into him further. My nipples rub against his chest and my hips grind along the slabs of muscles down his stomach. My heavy breathing mixes with the steam from the tub, and his eyes are dark on me.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” I manage to whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I’m leaving.” The words coming out of my mouth completely negate the way my fingers dig into the hair at the back of his neck and the way my hips involuntarily rock back and forth on him. “Maybe we should make some rules.”

“I’m not big on rules.”