Despite what she had mentally termed his X-rated striptease, which had made her mouth run dry and her heart bump like a steam hammer, he'd emerged from her self-inflicted erotic fantasy perfectly respectable in black boxer shorts.
Even so, she'd squirmed with an uncomfortable mixture of primal lust and plain-old fashioned common sense when he'd given her that slow, sexy smile and invited again, "Join me?"
"Yup, I'm right behind you."
"I'll be waiting," he hollered over his wide shoulders as he moved on the hot white sand towards the line where the water met land.
She took a gulp of her drink, set the plate aside, got to her feet, and slipped off her shorts. Clad in her vest top and a pair of flower-patterned briefs, she was just as 'respectable' as he was.
