Sarah carried the plates into the kitchen. She set them in the sink, turned on the hot water.
“Hey, leave them.” Jax appeared next to her. “I’ll throw them in the dishwasher later.”
“You sure? I mean, you cooked, so I should do the dishes.”
“I’m sure.” He pulled her to him gently. “I want dessert.”
“What’s for dessert?” she said, starting to feel breathless.
“You.” He ran his fingers down her body, and stopped at her hip. “In the pool.”
She shivered in response. She was instantly wet between her legs at the thought of seeing Jax in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. Then she remembered.
“Ummm. I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“You don’t need one.”
She smiled up at him, and he thought she was the brightest, most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “So this is naked dessert.”
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