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exactly sound complimentary. “You don’t approve?”
    “How can I not?” She looked over at him and gave him a wicked smile. “My cabin’s kind of shitty compared to yours.”
    “I’m the boss,” he said easily. “You’re the employee.”
    He could have kicked himself for saying something so ballsy and rude, but she only laughed and turned back around again, then moved to the ladder of the loft, going upstairs. He watched her pert, rounded bottom flexing as she moved up the ladder, and then he frowned and followed her up. “Brenna? Where are you going?”
    She smiled at him from over her shoulder and then kept moving toward his bed. “Checking out the digs for tonight.”
    “Tonight?” He followed her up the ladder, puzzled by her comment. What exactly did she mean, tonight?
    “I gave your sister my blanket and pillow. We’re going to have to bunk together.”
    Grant stared at her in shock. “You what?”
    “We have to make this look good anyhow, right?” Brenna pressed a hand on the edge of his mattress, testing it, and then flopped down on the corner with a grin. “I gave your sister my blanket and pillow. It’s going to be cold tonight, so I thought I’d bunk in here, with you. That okay?”
    What was he supposed to say to that? Her bunking with him would mean he’d have a hard-on the entire night. But he couldn’t exactly kick her out, either. So all he said was, “Why don’t we have more blankets?”
    “Because we’re a survival school? Duh. Besides, the other guys raided our stash when Beth Ann and Miranda moved in, and Pop took the last ones. I’ve been meaning to get some more but . . .” She shrugged. “I forgot.”
    Brenna pretty much forgot everything that wasn’t tattooed on her forehead. He gave her a frustrated look. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”
    Her playful expression turned wounded. “I don’t snore, Grant. I’m a very good roomie. Now come and unzip me.” She jumped up and turned around, presenting him with her back. When he didn’t get up right away, she bounced in place. “Come on.”
    Was this another one of Brenna’s torments? Had she guessed at his erection and decided it was time to antagonize him a bit more? She did love to harass and annoy him. This could definitely qualify as torture. Cruel, sweet, sadistic torture.
    He moved forward and grasped the tab of her zipper and then paused. Did he want to do this?
    She wiggled again, prompting him.
    And he was suddenly stricken with the desire to see her unclothed. It was odd to think of Brenna in that way, but he wanted to see what she looked like without the dress, without all the shapeless, cast-off clothing she normally dressed in. So he unzipped her.
    And sucked in a breath when the dress fell to the floor.
    The panties she wore were a mere white scrap of lace between her firm, rounded buttocks. Over her left buttock, a trail of stars curved around her hip. On the right hip, it was a trail of small red hearts. More tattoos to match the bluebirds on her shoulders.
    She turned to look at him, hands on her hips. Her breasts were cupped in girlish white lace, but the sight of it mixed with those tattoos was enough to make him groan with need.
    “Grant?” Her voice was low and husky.
    “I think I’m going to touch you now, Brenna.”
    He watched in fascination as a shiver rippled over her skin. Her lips parted and she licked them, her gaze fascinated. “I wish you would.”
    His hand moved to the side of her neck and he pulled her closer, drawing her in for another kiss. Her lips parted under his and the kiss deepened, highlighted by a flicking of tongues against one another. It wasn’t his imagination, then. She wanted this as much as he did. He drew his arm around her waist, holding her against his body, feeling her warm skin under his hand and pressed against him. She felt small and fragile in his arms, which was strange given that she was such a forceful, vibrant personality.
    Her kiss