Moonlight cast her skin in ethereal hues as she reclined on the tire, her slender fingers gripping the rope above it. The swell of her breasts and hips strained against the dress from her position, and damn if his heart didn't punch his ribs. Again. What the hell had she done to him three months ago? He hadn't been right since.
Climbing the hill, he smiled and stared at her upside-down face as he loomed over her. "You look like a nymph under the moon and dangling from a tree."
"Nah, nymphs get laid more than I do."
He wasn't going near that comment. "Know a lot about nymphs, do you?"
"Can't say I know any, but lore describes them as intensely sexual creatures who prefer nature and have an irresistible allure."