Roarke's Kingdom

“And you get a choice. Constancia swiped your swim suit and I stashed it below.”

Jennifer laughed as the wind tossed her hair back from her face.

“Your fellow conspirator, huh?”

He grinned, hauled her against him and kissed her.

“Damn right. I think she was going crazy, waiting for me to admit how I felt about you.”

It was hard to keep smiling when he said that.

If he knew the truth—if he did, would he still say he loved her?

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just—I was wondering. You said I get a choice.”

“Ah. Well…” His smile turned wicked and sexy. “You do. You can change to that suit. O you can skinny dip.”

“Wow. That’s some choice.”

“Uh huh. So, what’s it going to be?”

She hesitated. She’d never gone into the water naked. Never imagined wanting to do it. Especially with a man…

“Well?” he said.

She took a deep breath. “Skinny dip.”

Roarke grinned.

“But you have to turn your back,” she said. “And you have to promise not to peek. No looking until we’re in the water.”

“You drive a hard bargain, woman.”

“I’m serious.”

He sighed. “No looking. Scout’s honor.”

He turned away and she undressed quickly. Sandals. Jeans. T-shirt. Bra. Panties. And oh, the sun felt glorious on her bare skin.

Roarke, good to his word, was still standing with his back to her.

“Ready?” he said.

“Uh huh. You next.”

He didn’t ask her to turn her back. And she didn’t. Why would she deny herself the sight of her lover, naked?

He pulled his T-shirt over his head. Toed off his mocs. Stepped out of his jeans, his shorts…

And turned toward her.

Her heartbeat quickened.

He was beautiful.

Absolutely beautiful.