Under The Boardwalk: A Dazzling Collection Of All New Summertime Love Stories - Plot & Excerpts
She'd so clearly tumbled straight from her bed that it made him ache just to look at her: her plain linen shift sliding off one shoulder beneath the unlaced short-gown, the tantalizing roundness of her breasts and hips so clear beneath the soft fabric, her hair slipping out from its braid into tiny, teasing tendrils around her slender throat, her startled eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep. She had changed, true, but not the way Zach had said. She'd changed subtly, ripened from the girl he'd left behind to the woman he'd come home to, a woman that he wanted very much to claim for his own forever. And, unfortunately, a woman who right now seemed madder than the devil's blazes with him. "You are not my own true love, Jack Wilder," she said as she belatedly clutched the front of the short gown together. "You aren't my anything!" 'Aye, I am." He said it as the fact it was, and smiled slowly, his gaze drawn to how ineffectually, and how appealingly, that clutched calico was covering her breasts.
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