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Holy hell, he couldn’t seem to control himself around her...

“Lose the T-shirt.” Wren flicked her hand in Rhys’s direction. “It needs to come off.”

He hesitated for a moment, but the lust in her eyes urged him on. He peeled the soaked cotton up and over his head.

“The jeans, too,” Wren said, keeping her face straight. “They’re soaked.”

Rhys glanced down and saw a small dark patch where the denim had absorbed the water. They were hardly soaked. “You sure about that?”

“Let me help you.” She stepped forward and reached for the buckle on his belt.

Her fingertips grazed the bare skin of his stomach and he had to stifle a moan.

He might have started the fire, but she was fanning the flames...