The silence is eerie.
Ronan must already be in the water.
I slip out of my denim dress and change into a lemon-yellow bikini. Thank God for laser hair removal.
Oh God. As if not being able to swim wasn’t humiliating enough, being almost naked with Mr Ego himself is kind of mortifying.
‘I suppose seeing you in a swimsuit will be payment enough.’
His teasing knows no bounds.
I’m not ashamed of my body, despite its stripes and scars. Quite the opposite, in fact. It grew, nurtured and carried my beautiful daughters, and it’s in good enough shape to run five miles three times a week, but it has a habit of betraying my baser needs.
I leave my belongings scattered across the wooden slated benches. No one will touch them. No one else is coming.
It’s just me and Ronan today.
I swallow thickly and pad over the ivory tiled flooring towards the pool, wondering if I’ll sink or swim.
Chapter Five
RONAN
Holy fuck.
Savannah steps out of the changing rooms and my cock lurches to full mast.
The woman is trying to kill me.
A bikini? Seriously. Did she come to torment me or to be taught how to swim?
Her perfect tits are pushed up by the flimsiest scrap of yellow, the outline of her pebbled nipples protruding like twin peaks.
Her softly curving hips are all woman.
Her stomach is smooth and flat and practically begging for me to roll my tongue over. Begging me to roll it lower than her belly button, begging me to explore what she’s hiding beneath the tiny scrap of yellow between her legs.
Oh. My. God.
If I was wearing more than a thin pair of swimming shorts myself, I’d happily soak up every inch of creamy satin skin. To eye-fuck every morsel of flesh before committing it to memory.
But I’m not.
I drop further into the water. Over the past two years, I’ve imagined what Savannah would look like in her underwear many times, but none of my shower fantasies ever came close to the reality. The word stunning simply doesn’t do her justice.
She angles her face upwards, tilts her chin out defiantly, and those brilliant blue eyes lock on mine.
‘Looking good, Savannah.’ I shoot her a lascivious wink, praying she might once again miss the fact I’m obsessed with her.
‘Hilarious.’ Her hostile tone cannot hide her nerves. From the way her voice cracks, she sounds genuinely terrified. Time to stop being a cock or thinking with it, at least.
I glide through the water towards her, ensuring my delinquent dick stays well below the surface. I curl my legs beneath me and bob by the edge of the pool, using my index finger to beckon her in.
She nips her lower lip, clenched fists hanging by the side of her body. Perfectly pedicured feet take a tentative step towards the pool.
‘Did you have a bad experience in the water?’ She’s so confident in every other aspect of life. It’s the only explanation I can think of.
She nods but doesn’t elaborate.
