...He didn’t know the woman’s name. He didn’t have a clue who or what she was. He didn’t care about the details. All he could think about was how much he wanted her—more than he could remember ever wanting a woman before.

He desperately wanted to see what she was hiding beneath that dress—slip the straps off her shoulders, move the fabric slowly down her body...

She continued to look at him and smile, her eyes issuing an invitation he couldn’t miss. But then she lowered her eyelashes and, for one crazy instant, Tim was tempted to put his thoughts into action while he had the chance. She looked soft, enticing and so very, very willing, with the kind of legs that went on forever. She’d wind those legs around his waist and hold him prisoner while he—

“Hey, look. I think that’s Ben coming now,” she said, pointing to the lake and jerking Tim out of his X-rated daydream. “See that boat out there?”