64. Crystal Clear

Reg grinned at her. "Baby, I argued with you every chance I got in middle school. You're my personal spitfire and I love it." He kissed her cheek and forehead.

"But—"

"I'm not mad and I forgive you for being the only woman who aggravates me so bad all I want to do is kiss you." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

Her breath hitched and he felt himself lose his grip on his control. She was still naked.

She'd had on some lacy flimsy thing that he'd dreamt about ripping off when she walked in the rain. She'd refused to wear anything after he'd put her in the shower before putting her to bed.

Since then, he'd thought of all the times she'd said she had just showered, and his body had treacherously responded with heat and blood rushing to the point where he had to take ice-cold showers.