When my eyes meet hers, I realize that she has been watching me watching her.
“Sorry… I’m… You look…”
She licks her lips and holds my gaze.
“It suits you. The bathing suit. Not that you don’t look stunning in clothes. But…”
Jesus Christ, stop talking now. My eyes drop to her breastsagain, and if I don’t get into the water soon, it’ll be obvious what I’m thinking.
I step out of my sweatpants and hoodie, trying to hide my erection while praying that it’ll settle down before she notices. I fold them neatly on top of my bag, stalling, and offer her my hand. She doesn’t immediately take it. She’s too busy studying the tattoos on my chest, with an expression that I can’t read.
“It suits you too,” she says, dragging her eyes away from my torso.
Is that a compliment? I’m taking it as a compliment. When I got my tattoos, I never considered what women would think. It was a way of expressing myself. The pain helped too, gave me something real to focus on when I was still figuring out where I was supposed to fit.
My erection is knocking at my shorts, and I thank fuck she didn’t look down. If she had, this might’ve been the shortest swimming lesson in the history of time. It still might if I don’t get my pheromones under control.
I didn’t think this through. Too late to back down now though.
Waist-deep in the water, it isn’t as cold as I expected after my conversation with Gia. But I realize that I can’t just give Sara instructions and pray that she can float. I’m going to have to touch her. In her bathing suit.
The bathing suit underneath which she is naked.
“Show me what you can do.” My voice is thick with want. Desire. Lust.
Whatever it is, it’s all for Sara.
Sara shakes her head. “Please don’t make me show you. I can barely do the doggy paddle without sinking.”
I close the distance between us in a heartbeat. I never want her to feel like she can’t tell me or show me something. I never want her to feel like she is anything less than perfect.
“Good.” I take both of her hands.
“Good?”
“Yes, it means that I can teach you the basics without having to unteach you what you already know.”
“Thanks. I think?” She arches an eyebrow.
I slide my arms around her waist and raise her feet off the bottom. Then I hold her in a front crawl swimming position. “Alright?” I ask.
“I am while you’re holding me.”
I force myself not to think about the sparks flying between her body and my hands.Focus, Romeo!
“For now, keep your head above the water and just use your legs.”
She kicks her feet, splashing us both.
“Just move your feet, Sara.”
“That’s what I was doing.”
“No, you splashed with your whole leg.”
Keeping one hand around her waist, I slide the other down her leg and tell her to try again. Her leg hits my hand, and the urge to slide my fingers along her thigh makes my jawclench.
“Better.” I growl at her, and her eyes flash to mine. “Minimal splash.”
