“I need to change into my bathing suit.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“It’s just you and me, Bailey.”
“What if someone needs something?”
“Then I’m sure they’ll text, but look.” He gestured toward the house.
Bailey turned to look up at the second floor.
“All the lights are out except mine.”
She counted the windows, and sure enough, there were no other lights except one in Holt’s room.
“Now come on. Quit wasting time. Get in,” he repeated, holding out his hand to her.
When he looked at her like that, as though she was the most important thing in his world, it was difficult for her to say no.
“Fine,” she agreed. “But Iamturning the pool lights off first.”
There was no sense in taking unnecessary risks. At least with the pool lights off, even if someone did wander back here, they wouldn’t be able to see that she was naked. And since she could clearly see that Holt was wearing swim shorts, it was only fair.
It took only a moment for her to flip the switch to turn off the lights and move the towels closer to the edge. You know, just in case. With her nerves rioting but her determination at an all-time high, she joined Holt at the shallow end of the pool. She stepped down onto the sun shelf, fully clothed. The water was only ankle-deep.
“You’re still dressed.”
“I thought maybe you’d like to do the honors.”
Holt’s eyebrows rose as he stood up. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
She did her best not to think about someone peeking out their window while she stood there. If they did, they would only see silhouettes, which gave her some comfort. The moment Holt touched her, she stopped thinking altogether, focusing on Holt’s hands slowly sliding up her legs, his thumbs teasing the inside of her thighs before grazing her mound.
“Take off your shirt,” Holt urged as he unbuttoned her jean shorts.
“Shh. You need to whisper.”
He chuckled softly, watching as Bailey tugged her T-shirt over her head and tossed it near the towels.
“And the bra,” he whispered, tugging her shorts down her legs.
He allowed her to step out of them so they wouldn’t get wet. Once she was standing tall again, she unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms.
And just like that, she felt entirely too exposed, which made her giggle.
“Now, the panties,” he said as he moved back, dipping into the water as he watched her.
God, please don’t let anyone be watching me.
Bailey slid her panties down her legs and tossed them with the rest of her clothes before walking down into the water to join him. With her nakedness shielded by the darkness, relief made her shoulders relax. So far, so good.
“You’re naked,” Holt said.
“And you’re not.”
As she approached, Holt’s hands disappeared under the water. They came up with his shorts, making her giggle again.
