With a powerful stroke, muscles of chest and arms tensing and releasing, he glided forward. She sensed a seismic shift in the conversation. What they had been talking about …
They no longer were.
And what they were now talking about …
Well.
A shiver traced through her, lighting little nerve endings … arrowing through her veins … pooling deep inside her sex. Now, he was close enough that all she would have to do to be touching him was extend her leg.
His head tipped back, the strong column of his throat exposed, he said, “Do you want me to massage your foot?”
“If you like.” How utterly unlike itself her voice sounded.
A smile curling up one side of his mouth, he shook his head. “Do youwantit?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
Into the water he reached for her foot. Capable fingers dug into her muscles and began kneading. A long groan slipped from her parted mouth. “Oh, that feels good.”
“See how it works?”
Her eyes had drifted shut with pleasure. They opened and met his. “What do you mean?”
The smile yet curled about his mouth, but his eyes glittered with seriousness. “All you ever have to do is tell me what you want, Artemis.”
“And?” Her voice had gone utterly breathless.
“And I’ll give it to you.”
She’d lived a privileged life. From the outside, she was a lady who had everything she’d ever wanted.
Except for the man before her.
Once, she’d been denied him.
But now, here he was, offering himself to her.
All she had to do was give voice to her wanting—and she could have him.
Put another way, he would be hers.
Within his golden eyes shone confirmation.
“Do you want me to rub your other foot?”
“Yes.”
His strong hands on her felt so good.
“Do you want me to massage your calves?”
He moved closer, so his torso was now out of the water.
And just below that clear, tensile surface …
His cock—long, hard, ready.
She could melt with desire, here and now.
