CHAPTER 23

　　When he pulled me to my feet, I asked, "Where are we going?"

　　"To swim."

　　I stopped in my tracks, looking down at my clothes. "But I can't ruin this dress."

　　Unbuttoning his shirt, he motioned to my dress. "Then don't. Take it off."

　　My mouth opened and closed.

　　He appeared impatient. "I've already seen it all, princess. There's no use hiding what's mine from me."

　　Even as some traitorous part of me flushed with pleasure, I glared at him. "I'm not yours."

　　He rose a brow, taking off his shirt. My mouth fell open. "The way you're looking at me now would beg to differ."

　　I tore my gaze away from his broad chest. "How?"

　　"Like you want to do more than stare."

　　"I stare at a lot of guys like that, and yet it doesn't mean that I belong to them."