Page 85 of She Was Made for Me

I blink. It’s hard to focus with her naked. “What?”

“I’m going in,” she says with a grin. “Come on.”

“No way.” I snatch up her dress, holding it out with a frown. I love every inch of her curves, but they’re for my eyes only. “You can’t go out there like that.”

Her brow arches in challenge. “Why not?”

“Violet—”

Pivoting on her heel, she strides toward the dock.

“Don’t you dare—”

But she’s in the water, laughing her head off, before I can finish. “Come and get me,” she calls, standing in the shallows so the water only reaches her belly button, her beautiful breasts on full display.

Jesus.

I rise from my seat with a shake of my head. It’s hard to be mad at her when she’s so damn sexy, then I picture Tom on his front porch, eyes feasting on her.

No fucking way.

“Get back here,” I growl.

“You’re not going to join me?”

“No, and you’re getting out. Now.”

She pouts. I’m reminded of the woman I first met, the one who could be so smart-mouthed and bratty, who needed me to teach her a lesson. Maybe it’s time I did.

“Get out right now, Violet, or there will be trouble.”

Her eyes flash. Why do I get the sense that’s exactly what she wanted to hear?

She slinks from the water, a naughty smile playing on her mouth. I throw her dress to her and she pulls it onto her damp skin with fire in her gaze.

“Come here.” I reach for her but she sidesteps me, heading defiantly into the house. “Violet,” I warn, starting after her, and she shrieks playfully as she tears up the steps. I follow her inside, grabbing her wrist as she heads for the stairs to the loft. I don’t want her there. I want her here, on the sofa.

She gives a gasp of mock surprise as my hand closes around her wrist. “What are you doing?”

“I told you not to go out there naked. What the hell?”

She glares at me brazenly. “AndItold you not to tell me what to do.”

I shake my head in disbelief. She’s doing this on purpose, surely. She’s trying to push my buttons, like the old days. And God, I want to play along.

“Sweetheart,” I say, a wicked laugh rumbling from my chest, “you know that’s not how this works.”

A whimper comes from her mouth as I push her down onto the sofa, but it’s not a sound of shock, or pain. It’s a sound of arousal. Her hands move to her thighs, inching her dress up slowly, teasingly, and my cock flexes at the searing heat in her gaze.

“You’re right,” she purrs. “I was bad. I guess the question is, what are you going to do about it?”

I lower my mouth to hers, close enough to kiss, but refusing to touch. “I have an idea.”

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Violet

Kyle yanks me up, spins me around, and pushes me forward until I’m on my knees, arms along the back of the sofa. He’s always been a take-charge kind of guy when it comes to sex, but there’s something about the rough way he handles me now that makes heat rush to my core. His hands push my dress up, exposing my bare ass, and excitement sparks in my abdomen when I glance back to see his dark gaze riveted to my backside. What’s he going to do?

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