Newman was clad in his undershorts. No more revealing than swim trunks, but teamed with those abs, it was a good look on him. She’d touched a great deal of that body… and more.
“No, I’m good, thanks.”
He did the chicken walk again, and Hope ground her teeth.
“That’s not working on me again!”
He ignored her and cannonballed into the water, spraying Brad.
She was hot and sticky. Her face was red, and sweat was running down her back and between her breasts. Her feet carried her closer.
The men were all messing about like a pack of young kids, so she felt safe to crouch and cup some water. She hadn’t seen him go under, but Newman appeared before her. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her in.
She surfaced spluttering.
“Get him, Hope!”
Branna and Annabelle called out their encouragement. Mikey was in the water being thrown around now.
The water felt blissful against her heated skin, but she wasn’t telling him that.
“I said I didn’t want to come in. I don’t have other clothes!”
“Aww, poor baby.”
“I’m going around there.” She pointed to a part of the bank that jutted out. Trees hung over the edge, and she’d get some privacy. “So stay here with your Neanderthal buddies while I take off my shorts and dry them out.”
Newman smiled, so Hope splashed him. She then dived under and swam away. When she was clear of the men, she shimmied out of her shorts and placed them on the bank. Her tank top followed, which left her in a bra and panties. She was concealed here, and while she wasn’t a prude, she also wasn’t used to being nearly naked in front of anyone.
A tug on her ankle had her shrieking. Newman surfaced beside her. His hair was slicked back and his blue eyes clear.
“Go away.”
“I don’t think so.”
He slid a hand up her leg and cupped her butt, urging her closer, then kissed her.
Hope tried to resist, she really did. But the man could kiss, and her resistance lasted a second, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Her legs twined around his waist, and soon she was pretty much plastered to him.
“This is wrong, Newman.” She eased back and looked at him.
“I know.”
He kissed her as his hand cupped her breast, and Hope wanted more.
“We have to stop, or they’ll come and find us.”
“I know that too.” He bit gently into the soft skin of her neck, and she sighed. “The problem started when you bent over across from me, and I looked down your top.”
“I can’t believe you said that.”
“I was just explaining why I’m so hot for you.”
“What are you, fourteen?”
“I feel like it around you.”
“Newman, this has to stop. We’re like oil and water.”
