I smiled at her. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was sinister. Her eyes widened, and she moved back on the rock, knowing I was coming for her. “You better lose that dress real quick, Princess. I’d hate for it to get wrecked.” I crept closer. Panic marred her features. She knew all too well that I meant what I said. “You wouldn’t.” She held her hands out to stop me. “Come on, you know me better than that. You’re getting in this water. It’s just up to you whether your pretty dress is coming in with you.” I turned my back to her. “You have until the count of three. If you’re not in the water by then, I’m turning around regardless of whether you’re still dressed or not.” “Linc, I’m not skinny-dipping with you.” Her voice quivered a touch with nerves. I chuckled. “No one said anything about skinny-dipping, but please don’t let me stop you if you feel inclined to swim naked.” I reached for the waistband of my boxers, and intending to mess with her a little more, I removed them completely. “I might just join you.” I threw my underwear over my shoulder and onto the rock. I was surely going to hell for this. “Linc! Oh, my god!” I looked over my shoulder at her to find her face buried in her hands. “To the count of three, Indie,” I warned one last time. She huffed. What was I doing? She was Nate’s sister. “One.” And she had Jack-ass for a boyfriend. “Two.” She was completely off limits. “Three.” It was silent. I turned to find her standing on the rock, twisting her hands nervously in front of her. Her dress…at her feet. I gulped. Lace. White lace. Matching. Hell. I was going to hell. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care that she was Nate’s sister. I didn’t care that she had a boyfriend. I didn’t care that she was entirely off limits. She was mine. Always had been. And one way or another, I wasn’t leaving this island without getting what I wanted.
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