"Make me."
He approaches the edge, extending his hand with exasperation. "This isn't a game."
"I’m having fun.” I swim to him slowly, predator-like. Taking his outstretched hand, I smile sweetly and then yank with all my strength.
His expression shifts from annoyance to shock as he topples forward, crashing into the water fully clothed.
He surfaces sputtering, dark hair plastered to his forehead, white shirt now transparent and clinging to every sculpted muscle.
Holy cow.
All I can think is how much I want to drag my tongue over the hard lines of his chest.
"You've lost your mind," he growls.
"Maybe.” I swim closer to him, growing aware of how close we are. "Or maybe I've finally found it."
I'm treading water, but my body gravitates toward him like a magnet.
"You shouldn't provoke me," Cristian warns.
"Why not? Afraid you might enjoy it?"
Something snaps in his expression.
In one fluid motion, he closes the distance between us, his powerful arms pulling me against his chest.
The sudden contact steals my breath.
His heart hammers against mine, our skin separated by nothing but his transparent shirt.
I feel weightless in his grip, yet anchored for the first time ever.
I loop my arms around his neck, my bare breasts pressing against him.
Water droplets cling to his eyelashes as he stares down at me, conflict raging in his eyes.
"Kiss me," I challenge. "You know you want to."
His jaw flexes.
I can feel every inch where our bodies connect, including the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against my belly.
The sensation sends liquid heat pooling between my thighs.
I’m a virgin, but I understand how things work between men and women, and the signs of arousal even in myself.
"This isn't what you truly want," he says, but his voice is rough with restraint.
The game is intoxicating. It’s like dancing on a precipice.
For the first time in weeks, I feel alive, powerful.
"Don't tell me what I want." I thread my fingers through his wet hair, tugging slightly. "I'm tired of men deciding that for me."
For one breathless moment, I think he'll surrender.
His eyes darken, his grip tightens, and his gaze drops to my lips.
