I want to have sex with Sin.
And from the way he’s been watching me tonight and the hardness that pressed against me while we danced, I think it’s fair to assume he wants me too.
Throwing him a wicked grin, I pad over to the water instead of returning to him. I can feel the heat from his gaze, tracking my every step.
My heart races over what I’m going to do next.
Realistically, if I die of embarrassment, it will just save Morgana the trouble.
So why not just go for it?
I shimmy out of my shorts and pull off my bralette.
Once those layers are shed, I turn to look at Sin, only to find he’s still frozen in place, watching me. I give him a beckoning smile as I unclasp my bra.
Sin’s eyes flare, his eyes glued to my body. “What are you doing, kitten?”
I grin. “I’ve never skinny-dipped before. This seems like a great time to try.”
My cheeks heat as I pull off my bra and turn away from him. Facing the water, I slowly peel off my thong before wading into the warm ocean waters.
“You shouldn’t be swimming right now,” Sin calls, his voice hoarse.
A trail of moonlight reflects off the waters, and I make sure to stick to the illuminated parts so Sin has a clear view of me. I don’t stop until I’m waist-deep and then turn to him.
“Well, then you’d better come and get me,” I sass back.
Sin’s jaw works like he’s trying to work through a difficult problem before he kneels and unlaces hisboots. His eyes never leave mine as he undresses, save for when he pulls off his shirt.
My breath catches at seeing him naked. His tattoos extend over most of his body, highlighting his muscles. I’m struck once again by how much he reminds me of a warlord. He’s beautiful in a rugged, deadly way.
Another breath, and Sin stalks into the water, no doubt coming to fetch me. I respond by giggling and taking off swimming in the opposite direction. It’s an honest effort, and I think I make it about three strokes before Sin dives and surfaces directly in front of me.
I gasp, standing to try and kick off away from him, but the water here is deeper, and I don’t quite reach the bottom. Sin’s arms hook around me as I surface, sputtering.
When I’ve regained the ability to breathe like a normal person, I wrap my hands around his neck, grinning at him. His body is warm against mine, and feeling his length pressed up against me without clothing is going to drive me to distraction. “You’ve caught me. Now, what are you going to do with me?”
Sin’s expression is almost pained. “You’re drunk, kitten. I’m going to take you home and put you to bed.”
My heart swells.
“We had peach schnapps at the party. I specifically requested the alcohol,” I say, grinning.
Sin sighs as he responds, “That’s wonderful, I’m glad you had fun.”
I purse my lips, trying not to laugh. “Sin?” I start, pulling myself up to press against him even more.
Sin groans in response, his hands tightening around me, stopping me from moving.
“Kitten,” he growls, “don’t.”
I smirk, loving that he’s reacting to me but ready to end his torture. My fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck. “My friends and I got super drunk on peach schnapps last summer. I got really sick and had a terrible hangover the next morning. It was horrid.”
Sin hums, his eyes focused on the water beyond us as he humors me.
I tug on his hair a bit, drawing his gaze back to me. I lick my lips before continuing, “I haven’t been able to drink peach schnapps ever since. The taste is completely off-putting to me.”
Sin frowns, his grip on me loosening as he processes my words. “Then what…”
