Page 76 of The Rebel
I grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind for later.”
He let go of my waist and sat next to me, dunking his feet into the water too. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
“Morning,” he whispered.
“You’re up early.”
“True. Don’t know what woke me.”
“Hopefully not me. I tried to be super quiet… even though I had so many ideas about how to wake you.”
He tilted closer. “Such as?”
I licked my lips, putting a hand on his chest.
“All this,” I said, running my hand down over his abs, “was on display.” Pulling back a bit, I glanced at his shorts. “That was on display too. Looked mighty delicious. It was all so tempting, but I was a good girl. I tried very hard to be a good girl.”
“Next time don’t. Be as bad as you want, Daisy.”
Next time?He was talking as if this was going to be a regular thing. And I didn’t mind at all.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked.
“No clue. What do you usually do on weekends? Surprise me. You’re quite good at it.”
Anthony grinned. His entire face changed, as if he couldn’t possibly hold back his joy any longer.
“Depends. Some weekends I go fishing with my grandfathers. Actually, that would be a great idea.”
I wrinkled my nose. “You want us to go fishing?”
“No, but my grandfathers have a fantastic boat docked on the bayou. They aren’t fishing this weekend. We can use it.”
“I haven’t been on the bayou.”
“It would be my pleasure to show you around.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Around the bayou… or around your cock?” I challenged. I was insucha good mood.
Anthony exploded with laughter, throwing his head back. I covered my mouth with my hand. “I’m usually not so shameless in the morning, but I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I informed him.
“That’s definitely on the table, but Icanactually show you around the bayou. We should get going, though, because it’s a two-hour drive to the boat.”
“Sounds great. I’m in.”
He smiled at me. “You surprise me more every day, do you know that?”
“How come?”
“Because you’re more like me than I thought. Spontaneous, up for fun, easygoing.”
“Yep. That’s me to a T.”
“Is my dress appropriate?” I asked once we were in the car.
Anthony glanced at me, tilting his head. “Absolutely not, but who cares? It’s just going to be you and me on the boat.” With a wink, he added, “You might not have the dress on the whole time.”
“Your mind is definitely in the gutter today, isn’t it?”
