"Paul, look at me." The rich voice carried to his ears, was not lost in the sound of the surf.
He shouldn't. But his entire spine burned with pins and needles. He turned, face set. "What?" The word, meant to be curt, died in his throat.
She hadn't moved, was in the same place, three steps away. The moon and the security lights of the shops and the old hotel were sufficient to make her figure easy to see, though shadowed. She stood tall and erect, looked straight at him.
And she'd undone the first two buttons of the dress bodice, was starting on the third. To his shocked eyes the white cotton and lace triangle of her revealed bra was as plain to see as the sail of a boat. "You don't leave me any choice, Paul, except to force your hand. I'm going skinny-dipping. Care to join me?"
"You're outrageous!" His voice dried in his throat as he watched her, but there was no way he'd allow himself to be manipulated by such tricks.
The third fastening popped open. The buttons were coloured orange, and in Paul's sight each one glared in the moonlight like a hot coal. And above them, in direct contrast, the first luscious swell of her breasts gleamed like ivory.
"No good, Paul." She smiled. "You don't have it in you, to let a woman swim alone, naked. And I will, you know."
Blueprint For Love by Monya Clayton is available at Amazon in print, on Kindle, and as an e-book from the publisher, www.thewildrosepress.com
Enjoy! These two clash pretty well all the way through the book.