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wanted to do. Right now.” His lips curved upward in an indulgent smile.
    I smiled back and met his eyes: They kind of glowed. Was this the first time I’d ever looked Carter in his eyes and paid attention? I remembered he was waiting on an answer. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
    â€œWhat?” He squeezed my hand.
    â€œBeg pardon?” I was so unfocused and distracted. It was like Carter was a shiny new puzzle I had to possess and solve immediately. I couldn’t recall feeling quite like this before. Did he feel this way? Where had it come from? Where would it lead? Oh shut up, Katrina! I scolded myself and tried to stay present in the moment.
    â€œWhat do you want to do, princess?” he asked softly.
    Besides jump your bones until we both scream for mercy? I blinked the thought away, but not before he saw it in my eyes. The air around us went up about ten degrees. I blinked again. “Let’s go swimming.”
    He blinked twice and then stood up, pulling me with him. “That’s one way to get wet.”
    My jaw dropped. “Did you just say—”
    A bad-boy grin spread across his face. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles. “I’ll see you by the pool in ten. I don’t suppose you still have that pink bikini, do you?”
    Giggling, I shook my head. “That’s long gone. Something similar, though.”
    â€œSurprise me,” he challenged, dropping my hand and backing away.
    â€œI’ll see if I can find a l’il sumthin’-sumthin’ to impress.”
    â€œYou impress just by breathing, diva. Just by breathing.” With a lingering look, he turned and headed to his room.
    Whew! I braced myself on the table and took a few deep breaths. That was a whole lotta grown and sexy man right there. Contrary to what I had thought, he wasn’t just a cute guy who used to play football and dabbled in real estate. He was a serious businessman; he had plans and dreams and aspirations that I wanted to hear all about. He wasn’t the lightweight superficial men I was used to dealing with. He was grounded and not to be played with. He knew how to say the right things and send the right looks and I, the woman who never had to work for a man in her life? Had to step my game up.

7
Sex is easy; it’s the rest that gets twisted
    Carter—Tuesday, May 24—noon
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    S wimming lap after lap in the refreshing blue water of the pool accomplished a few things: I got in some exercise for the day; it helped me burn off some of the tension and cooled me down after that exchange with Katrina. I wanted to take things slow between us, but she seemed determined to go to full boil right away. Katrina was a beautiful woman with an engaging spirit and I had been “in like” with her for a long time. There was only so much a man could resist. A rustling sound near the shallow end caught my attention and I stopped to stand up in the middle of the pool and take a look. And then I did a double take and made sure my tongue was not hanging out. Katrina was prowling (yeah, I do mean prowling) toward the pool wearing a barely-there white bikini held together by tiny silver chains and a sheer flowing thing over it with four-inch high sandals with crystals sparking on them. Very little was left to my very vivid imagination. It should’ve been illegal for anyone to look that good ever in the history of womankind.
    â€œWoman, you are going to be the death of me,” I muttered and started toward the steps.
    She sent me a sultry smile and slid the cover up off her shoulders before tossing it to the side. The sun shone on her bronzed skin, highlighting every gorgeous feature and curve. She rested her hands on hips and held the pose. This was not my Kit-Kat. This was the model that had adorned many a magazine page and for good reason. “We wouldn’t want that. I prefer you alive and breathing.”
    â€œFunny, I prefer me that