Page 88 of For the Win

“I’m sorry.”I can hear the amusement in his voice, though.

I lift my head.He’s already been in the water—he’s wearing a pair of wet, black board shorts low on his hips, and rivulets run down his bare chest.His gorgeous, bare chest.

“Sorry, beautiful.”He smiles at me.“I didn’t know you were stuck in here.”

“Didn’t you wonder what was taking me so long?”

“Um...I would have.”

Noah’s face appears in the window.“You okay, Arya?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining what he just saw.“Yes.”I whisper to Harrison, “I think he got a good view of my cooch.”

“What?”

“Shit.”I press my forehead to his chest.“Now I’m embarrassed.”

“Uh...”He feels around my butt and finds my bathing suit bottom.“You’re not naked.”

“Not totally.”My face burns.“I can never face him again.Take me home.”

He laughs softly.“Well, I can’t say I’m happy that my brother may have gotten a look at your pretty pussy, but I don’t think he saw everything.It’s fine, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I broke the door.”

He presses a hand to my hair.“It wasn’t your fault.Obviously, the knob was already broken.”

Carrying me, he steps through the bushes and onto the patio.

Mrs.Wynn appears.“What’s going on?Are you okay, Arya?”

“Yes.”I wriggle out of Harrison’s arms to stand and tug my cover-up down.“I’m fine.I’m so sorry, I broke the bathroom door.”

She covers her smile.“I’m sure you didn’t.We don’t use this bathroom very often anymore.I didn’t realize there was a problem.”

She’s so nice.

Noah appears through the sliding doors, wearing a bemused expression.“You okay, Arya?”

Everyone’s concerned about me.Too bad I’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“Yes, I just need to drown myself in the pool.”

“I was about to come looking for you,” Everly says.“I’m so sorry.’

“It’s okay.”I pull off my cover-up, drop it onto a chair, and walk straight into the deep end, letting myself sink to the bottom in the nice, cool water, where I wish I could stay.

However, I pop back up to the surface.

Harrison’s treading water right in front of me.He eyes me with warm amusement.“Okay?”

“I’m fine.”I roll my eyes.“Just when you want to make a good impression...”

“Don’t worry about it.”His big hands circle my waist and pull me closer.Our slick, wet skin glides together.I hold onto his shoulders, resisting the urge to wrap my legs around his waist, which I would totally do if we weren’t surrounded by his family.

“Too many people here,” he murmurs, his hands going to my ass.“If we were alone, I’d lift you onto the side, pull off this little bottom”—he plucks at my bathing suit—“spread your legs, and feast.”

Oh dear God.I hope no one heard that but me.Inside, I’m melting.He’s doing a very good job of distracting me from my embarrassment.

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