Delaney’s hands went to the button of her shorts and all the blood in Sean’s head promptly drained south. With a sexy smile, she shimmied out of them, revealing bikini cut underwear in a blue that probably matched her eyes. For a few seconds, he forgot how to work a zipper. Crossing her arms, she tugged her shirt up and off. The b*a had matching polka dots. Sean never knew polka dots could be sexy. Though he was reasonably sure Delaney would be sexy in a potato sack.
“Is the plan to swim or just watch?” she asked.
Words, Murphy. Use them. “A man who doesn’t stop to appreciate a view like that isn’t any kind of man at all.”
With a quirk of her lips, she glanced down at the erection tenting his shorts. “I don’t think there’s any question where you fall on that scale.”
“I feel like this i
