I won, which didn’t make Brett too happy. Laughing, I splashed him with water and rubbed it in. “I told you I would win, but you didn’t listen.” “That’s okay,” he countered mischievously. “Since you obviously cheated and threw a chair in my way, I say that we need to make a deal.” Swimming up to the steps, I sat down and crossed my arms over my bare chest. “What kind of deal? I can’t help it if the chair tipped over when I ran past it. That was your fault for tripping over it.” He scowled and stalked closer, his gaze turning predatory. For a man to be so playful at times, he sure had a dangerous streak that made every single ounce of flesh on my body ache to be touched by him. His tanned, wet skin gleamed in the sunlight and my breath halted in my lungs. I knew what kind of deal he was going to offer me, but should I accept? He took it easy on me last time by showing affection; this time it would be primal, animalistic.
