Page 51 of Two Hearts' Ploy

“I guess I’m ready to call it a night if you are,” Wren said softly.

This time there were towels stacked on the pier, and as Wren pulled herself up, Jeff gave her a quick boost, before hoisting himself from the water beside her.

Wrapped in their towels, they headed inside, where Jeff locked the entire house up tight before switching on all the security features.

“Let’s go upstairs to the master, shall we, and shower there?” she suggested as they stood face to face. “I can’t wait to try out that jetted tub sometime.”

She nearly giggled when Jeff made an uncomfortable swallowing noise.

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” she said, grinning.

Jeff rolled his eyes before answering, “That’s what you think.”

She punched him lightly on the shoulder. “You make me feel like a barracuda.”

It was the perfect thing to say because they were both laughing loudly as they headed up the staircase.

Chapter Thirty-One

Jeff had been imagining this moment the entire week, he realized as they made their way into the master bedroom and then into the extra wide tiled shower still wearing their suits.

Wren quickly stripped hers off after she rinsed, discarding it on the built-in tile shelf.

Once Jeff slipped off his trunks and did the same, Jeff focused on soaping up and washing his hair, as did Wren.

Although she seemed fascinated by his obvious nervousness since Jeff had decided that now wasn’t the time for touching. Despite Wren’s impatience, he’d rather dry off and take everything more slowly.

She seemed to realize that too when she finally rinsed her hair, reaching for a fresh towel from the hook nearby, and wrapping it around her hair first before grabbing another to dry off.

Jeff reached for a towel too, and soon they were moving back into the bedroom, where Wren gently turned back the quilt so they could sit down.

After they settled down on the bed, Wren gave him a grin.

Jeff became sheepish. You’d think he’d never had sex before.

“When I unpacked some of my clothes yesterday, I noticed that new bedside table over there that you must have picked up somewhere. It’s beautiful,” Wren said.

“It’s something I’ve had in my bedroom since I was a kid,” he admitted. “It belonged to my great-grandfather. My mom was going to throw it away, but my sister Kate does iron work and welding in her studio. She sells furniture as art, so she offered to fix it up for me.”

“I’d love to have a look inside her studio sometime,” Wren admitted. “I’ve always been into eclectic furnishings.”

“I’m sure she’d be happy to show you around,” Jeff said, scooting closer as he gently covered her mouth with his.

She cleared her throat, giving him a wry smile when they finally broke apart. “We don’t necessarily need to use one of the condoms I noticed you had in the nightstand drawer. I’m not only covered, but it’s actually been a while since I’ve done the deed.”

Jeff cocked his head. “That’s nice to know.”

And it really was, he realized. He felt a little less uncertain about what he was getting into.

“It is, isn’t it? And you’re probably the first guy that I’ve ever had trouble controlling myself with,” she confessed, appearing surprised that she’d said the words out loud.

Jeff blinked. “That’s very nice to know.”

She grinned. “I kind of think it is too.”

They laughed.

Reaching up, she rubbed her hair vigorously with the towel that had been wrapped around her head as they stood from the bed.

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