Page 19 of Wildest Dreams

I huff out a laugh and nudge his shoulder with mine.

“Right. See you in a minute, man.”

I trudge up to the open front door and rap two knuckles against the wood.

“Aisling?” I call inside. “Aisling, are you ready–?”

The second that she steps in front of me, perfect eyebrows arched and delicate hands on her hips, I stumble back a step and then force myself to turn one-eighty.

“Sorry, sorry,” I rasp quickly, thrusting one hand through my hair. I roll back my shoulders and fold my arms back over my chest, eyes on Tristan across the lake as I block Aisling’s doorway like a bodyguard. “I’ll wait until you’re dressed.”

I can’t believe that she just answered the door wearing nothing but a freaking nightdress.

I swallow hard, reeling from the sudden surge of testosterone after seeing her in that outfit. Short, tight, and baby pink, with two sexy straps draped off of her shoulders.

No wonder Hunter looked like he’d just been tortured. Is this what Fallon had gotten ready in too?

Do all girls get ready in their secret, private, definitely-not-to-be-seen-outside-of-the-bedroom pyjamas?

A finger prods roughly between my shoulder blades but I stay obstinately still, not about to risk another glance at her.

“What?” I grit out, my jaw muscles bunched. If she asks me to help her out of that thing I will fucking die on the spot.

“Uh, you’re in the way?” she says, before two small palms grip into my back, a squeal leaving her throat as she tries to shove me forward.

I blink, confused, before turning around to face her.

Aisling stares up at me, her judgey little eyebrow arched like I’m insane, but my eyes only hold hers for two seconds before they drop back to her nightdress.

Soft breasts rising and falling fast against the neckline, nipples rasping under the thin fabric, and a tight waist that I could fit both of my palms around. Hot damn.

“What is it?” I rasp, my voice growing deeper. I lift my forearm to the doorjamb, wanting to ensure that no-one across the water will be able to see what she’s wearing right now.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she asked me to help her out of this thing.

But before I can sink any further into that dream she shoves her palms into my pecs, making me grunt roughly and stumble back a step. I’m so stunned by the amount of contact we just made that it takes me a full five seconds to register that she’s already halfway down the porch steps, walking straight toward my teammates who are now rounding the head of the lake. Wearing that. In front of them.

I slam her front door shut and clear the steps in two strides flat.

“Aisling,” I bark out, picking up my pace as she hobbles over the rocks, wearing a pair of sexy five inch heels that she could fucking break her neck in.

She glances back at me over her shoulder, eyes widening when she realises I’m chasing her.

“Woman,” I growl, catching her up in three seconds, and then wrapping my palm around her elbow so that I can spin her around. Her nipples brush right up against my pecs and I grow another five fucking inches.

“See something you like?” she teases, giving me that sharp vixen stare.

I step into her space and my cock shoves right up against her belly.

“You’re going out in a nightdress?” I ask her. “Tell me you’re joking.”

She has the goddamn nerve to look affronted.

“You think I’m wearing pyjamas?” she gasps, grabbing her breasts in both of her hands. Sweet Jesus. “This dress cost almost five thousand dollars.”

I tear my eyes away from her trembling cleavage and say, “I’ll pay you five thousand dollars to get changed and burn it.”

“Oh yeah? And wear what?”

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