Page 74 of Tempting Me

I wade in and then tread toward him. Once I'm right in front of him, I’m taken back at how dark his eyes have turned under the moonlight. At how they are locked right on mine with a hunger I’ve never seen in them before.

Now my heart is racing, and my body is heating up even though I'm in the cool water.

Why won’t he look away?

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asks, his voice raspy.

My heart pounds.

“Like … bad decisions are about to be made.”

“By whom? Me?”

“By both of us.”

My admission doesn't help the situation, and frankly, at this point, who am I trying to fool?

Luca treads closer but stops, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of it.

“Isn’t that why you got in the water?”

Yes.

I should tell him to move back.

But I can’t.

I swim closer.

He reaches a hand out and slides it around my hips under the water, pulling me to his body. My fingers lock around his neck as soon as my lips crash against his.

The hand that tugged me close wraps around my lower back, and his other hand cups the side of my face. I lock my legs around him to hold on and let the small waves of the lake create the remainder of the movement for us.

I feel him harden instantly against the thin fabric of my panties, and I let out a strangled noise.

Fuck.

He breaks the kiss to press his lips to my cheek, chin, and neck, then adjusts his hands so that one is holding onto my hips. Then he grinds me against him. Hard. He’s huge.

“Oh, god,” I breathe.

I withdraw my joke about him not being big enough. He might be too big.

And that makes my heart race even more.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “So much.”

Then I move my hips faster.

“Jesus, Shay,” he says before he’s kissing me again.

I love everything about it. The way his lips are soft but the pressure of the kiss is firm, as if he can’t get enough of me.

This feeling of being wanted is addicting.

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