Naughty, But Nice. Jill Shalvis

than indecent exposure, that is?”

      “Indecent?”

      He cocked his head and looked her over good, his eyes eating her up. “Actually, that’s a matter of opinion.”

      She could feel her other nipple tighten; she told herself she was cold. Which didn’t explain why the silk between her legs suddenly felt as soft and incredible as a man’s touch.

      As he still stood in the shadows, she couldn’t see what he wore, but she imagined him in his uniform, and it hardened her against him despite the fact that he looked good enough to eat.

      But the expression in his eyes as he drank in her scrap of black wasn’t a cop’s look. It was a man’s.

      And something within her tingled. Lord, he was something, all rough-and-tumble ready. He’d make a nice diversion, wouldn’t he? If he wasn’t such a cop.

      Go for it, honey, said Flo’s voice in her head. Get what you can and get out.

      Standing there, he was tall, dark and shockingly, overtly sexy. It wouldn’t be hard to “go for it.” But beneath that laid-back, easygoing facade, he was tough as nails, and she knew it.

      She’d never been shy about her own sensuality, but unlike Flo, she refused to let it run her life. Flo couldn’t resist a man.

      And yet Flo had always brought men to their knees. Cassie liked that part. But something told her the big, bad Tag wouldn’t be easy to control. Bottom line—if she couldn’t be in charge, she never dallied.

      Never.

      Still, the summer loomed long and empty in front of her. If nothing else, surely she could get him to take care of her tickets…

      Grab everything they’ll give you, Flo would say right now. Grab it and walk away.

      Tag’s hot, hot gaze ran down her body, making her stomach quiver, making her forget the tickets. His gaze settled on Big Red. “Cassie, what were you going to do with that thing?”

      Just his voice made her thighs clench. “Big Red? Did you know he glows in the dark?”

      He lifted a brow. “What else does he do?”

      He can drive you crazy, she thought, and let out a wicked smile.

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      OH, YEAH, Tag thought. No doubt about it, Cassie Tremaine Montgomery had a smile capable of rendering a grown man stupid. The outfit didn’t hurt, either.

      Or lack of outfit.

      Did she have any idea how she looked standing there in the glow of the lantern wearing…what the hell was that black thing anyway? It had wispy little straps that would be easy to nudge off with one fingertip, or a single touch of his tongue. One already hung off her arm. The bodice was sheer, except for the lace roses that strategically covered her nipples.