“Fuck, Liberty, you're so sexy, I'm dying to put my mouth all over you.”
“We could...”
He chuckles, tracing his tongue along the pulse point below my ear. “I love teasing you,” he rasps. “You're going to shatter in my arms when I finally have my way with you.”
“Yes, I will.”
His hands move higher, but not enough contact. I want to press my breasts into his palms, but he moves to fast.
With a gentle kiss on my cheek, he guides the fabric higher, completely off, over my head. My hair falls free, brushing my shoulders, giving my skin goosebumps.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, his tone raspy.
A tiny moan slips from me.
“In the water,” he orders, chest pressed against my shoulder blades.
“So bossy,” I tease.
“You good with that?”
I move to the edge of the pool, stepping down into the warm water using the wide stairs. “I'm good with everything that has to do with you.”
He doesn't answer, just slices into the water like a missile, diving into the nine-foot-deep end of the pool.
It's impossible to look away as he swims underwater toward me.
He surfaces in the shallow end, water sluicing off shoulders that defy logic.
His eyes track up my body slowly, and I watch his throat work as he swallows.
“You coming in?” His voice sounds strangled. “Or do I need to come get you? BecauseI will.”
“I'm sure you would.”
By the time I'm waist-deep, Spence looks like he's in actual pain.
“Water nice?” I ask sweetly.
“Yep.”
“You seem tense.”
He grumbles, “Can't imagine why.”
I wade toward him, and he tracks my approach.
My eyes feast on his bare shoulders and chest. And he is a meal.
I saw him without his shirt once before, but this is DIFFERENT.
We're alone for the first time, and I know within the next two days all that hot, hard skin will be pressed against mine.
There's an entire cotton sweater stuck in my throat.
“We're just swimming. Two adults. Enjoying the facilities,” I say, leaning back into the water, gliding my arms back and forth.
I'm close enough now to see water droplets clinging to his skin, sluicing over his tattoos.
