Her next question made his mind go blank.
“Have you ever gone skinny-dipping here?”
“Um…” It took him a moment. “Yes, but I was alone.”
“Are you sure there are no leeches?”
He chuckled. “Yes.”
“Then turn around.”
His heart gave a hard knock. “Megs, I…”
She made a turning motion with her finger. “Turn around.”
He did as she asked, heard her stepping through the water, blood rushing to his groin when he saw her halter top, shorts, and panties land on the rock beside her boots.
Splashing. A gasp. “This is cold!”
Thank God for that.
“Okay, now I’ll turn around, and you can undress and come in.”
Mitch glanced over his shoulder, saw that she was in the water up to her breasts, her back turned toward him, her hair floating behind her. He walked to the boulder, stripped down to his skin, his dick still half hard.
Naked, he turned to walk into the water—only to find her gaze raking over him. He couldn’t help but grin. “That’s cheating.”
She stared at his cock for a moment, her cheeks flushed pink. Then she turned away. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
Mitch wasn’t ashamed of his body, and, judging from her reaction, she hadn’t seen many naked men. He waded in and made his way over to her, sucking in a breath when the cold water reached his nuts, the shock of it stealing his wood. Well, that was probably a good thing. “I’m in now.”
The words were out before he realized their double meaning.
He coughed.
But she hadn’t picked up the double entendre, her gaze fixed on the scenery. “The view is incredible. That’s the back of El Cap, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He was a foot taller than she was, and the water was almost crystal clear. He could see her breasts with their puckered, rosy tips. He ached to touch her, to run his hands all over her, to kiss her.
Damn.
She turned toward him, took a step in his direction, rested a wet palm on his chest. “What would you do if I told you to kiss me?”
He sucked in a breath. “I would—”
A knock.
Startled, Megs jumped. “Oh, hey.”
She stopped recording, tucked the receipt in the journal to hold her place.
Debby walked in, rolling a cart beside her. “His blood work for sepsis came back negative again, and his fever hasn’t climbed.”
Megs let out a breath. “I’m relieved.”
“I’ve come to give Mitch a sponge bath. We do what we can to keep down pathogens. It helps reduce infection rates. Would you like to help?”
