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He grits out, “Swimming.”

It's all I can do to keep up, my shorter strides nothing compared to the way his long, muscular legs eat up the hallway.

In record time, we reach the deep-underground pool.

Underwater lights cast wavering patterns across the stone ceiling. Steam rises from the hot tub behind the waterfall, creating a dreamy haze.

He guides me to a set of chaise lounges and grabs my shoulders.

“What...”

He spins me around, away from him. “Look the other way.”

“Why in the world?” I laugh.

“Because.”

“Anticipation?” I'm giggling, but I'm also alarmed at how hard my internal muscles are clenching at even the thought of Spence unbuckling his pants.

His zipper is insanely loud, making my breath catch.

Then the sound of fabric slipping down his legs is almost as startling.

His boots land with a thunk. A belt buckle follows, clanging against the stone.

My hands are tingling. Every second that passes, my heart rate increases.

When he touches my neck, I jump, gasping loudly.

His finger traces up the side of my throat. “You're squeezing your legs together, sweetheart.”

“Am I?” I choke out.

His touch leaves my neck, then his breath whispers over the same place. Oh god. He's going to put his mouth on me.Yes. Please.

“Want me to help you out of this?”

He’s talking about my cover-up.

I nod as his breathing deepens, goes rough against my ear. “I've been thinking about how you look under your clothes for months.”

Oh god.

He's right there, right next to my ear, whispering as his hands find the hem of my coverup.

I wouldn't consider it sexy; it's just a thigh-length white lacy T-shirt of sorts, but with him so close I can feel his heat, it feels like lingerie.

“I love the way this gave me a tease of your red bikini,” he says thickly, his fingers brushing my hips as he slowly gathers the fabric.

I almost whimper when he continues to talk. “Feels like I'm unwrapping a Christmas present right now.”

Oh, my Lord.I'm definitely lightheaded.

Breathe!

“I'm too dizzy to think of a reply,” I admit, my legs shaking. My God, if he can do this to me with just a brush of his fingers, some hot words whispered in my ear, he's going to absolutely destroy me when he finally gives in.

He growls, nipping at my ear, unleashing a wave of heat in my blood when he pairs that hot nip with his thumb skimming over my navel.