From the way they’re lingering on my torso again, she doesn’t find me as repulsive as she makes out.
But that doesn’t change the fact she doesn’t date.
Ever.
Chapter Six
SAVANNAH
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as my ass hits the water with a not entirely unpleasant slap.
I’m in and it’s not nearly as bad as I feared.
The water is just slightly above my waist.
My feet are firmly on the floor.
My hands are still in Ronan’s.
My pulse roars, and I’m not convinced it’s purely because of the pool.
When I finally dare to open my eyes, I’m greeted by Ronan’s perfect pecs.
The air zings between us, crackling like a live wire.
I suck in a breath and blow it out slowly.
‘You’re okay.’ He gives my hands a gentle squeeze. ‘I’ve got you. I know what it’s like to be afraid, but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.’
Oh. My. God. He’s always been infuriatingly hot, but now he’s being infuriatingly nice too. It’s easier when he’s being a douche.
‘Thank you.’ I swallow hard. ‘What now?’ I tilt my head upwards and meet his encouraging eyes. All trace of his usualteasing’s evaporated.
Funnily enough, so has my usual disdain for him.
He releases my hands and drops his torso beneath the water, his knees pushing between us. ‘Do you think you can go down?’ He shoots me a wink.
Okay, I take it back. Not all his teasing has evaporated.
‘Funny fucker, aren’t you?’ I inch myself lower until my breasts touch the water. He watches them sink beneath the surface with an approving look.
‘Good girl,’ he says, when my shoulders are under.
A hot jolt strikes between my legs.
“Good girl”?Seriously?
I should be horrified. Patronised. Put out. But nope, my core clenches with long pent-up lust.
For fuck’s sake.
I suppose this is the first time in years that I’ve been nearly naked with a hot man.
Okay, technically, I’ve never been nearly naked with a man as hot as Ronan Rivers.
My ex might have been a personal trainer, but he has absolutely nothing on the professional athlete in front of me.
‘You okay?’ Ronan checks but makes no move to take my hand again. I feel oddly bereft without it.
