Page 61 of A Wanton Adventure
Sebastian followed her. “Do you know how to swim?”
She looked back and grinned. “I do. I didn’t learn until Stuart and I were married though.”
The water was much deeper than she expected. There was a natural step down that would put her hip level in the water and then it would likely be over her head. The crystal-clear liquid sparkled from the sunlight beaming down from the hole in the cave ceiling.
She stepped down and gasped. “It’s cold.”
“Too cold?” he asked with concern.
Diana shook her head. “No. It is perfection.”
She lay back in the water and pushed herself off the step she was standing on, floating out to the middle. “Devons, you must come in.”
“It looks wonderful,” he said.
She glanced at his bare-chested form. How was he so broad and muscular? Her gaze flitted across his chest and down to his hard stomach. She had to stop. He needed to get in the water. She couldn’t keep looking at him. She swam back to where he was. “Get in.”
He stepped down onto the step and grimaced. “Very refreshing.”
She splashed him with water, and he yelped, making her laugh. Sighing, he pushed off the step joining her. They floated on their backs in the middle of the water with the sunlight streaming over them. “This is one of the best surprises anyone has given me. Thank you.”
He didn’t open his eyes or stop floating but said, “You’re welcome.”
“What was it about Lady Wesley that made you care for her?” Diana asked, just as startled as Devons that she brought the lady up.
“She didn’t seem to care what society thought, or at least I thought so at the time. She seemed to enjoy being with me. Even though she decided to marry Lord Wesley, when we were together, not once did she speak against my family or how my parents lived. I suppose I thought I found someone who understood me.”
Diana stopped floating on her back and looked at Devons. “I’m sorry that she wasn’t who you thought she was.”
He shrugged. “I’m the bastard of a marquess and the owner of a gentlemen’s club. It is no small thing to choose to marry me.”
“It’s not so difficult,” she said, surprised by the conviction in her voice.
He started floating upright and smirked. “Now it’s you who is being protective.”
She blushed and swam to the step where they had entered the water. Finding a flat surface along the ledge, she sat, crossing her legs. Diana should have been horrified for Devons to see her in so little clothing but she wasn’t. The man swam back and forth, and she watched as his muscles rippled with every stroke. Eventually, he made his way to where she was and hoisted himself out of the water, joining her.
“So, Messina kissed you.”
Her gaze flew to his, startled. “I thought we decided to not discuss such things.”
He shrugged. “Was it enough?”
A laugh escaped her. “What does enough even mean?”
He turned to her. Their legs bumped into each other. “You know what enough is.”
Her heart pounded. She was confused about the direction this was all going. Was he talking about their kiss? She always assumed the wrong thing when it came to Devons. She wouldn’t do that now. “The kiss was pleasing enough. Maybe, I should be happy with that.”
He glanced away, staring out over the water. His jaw clenched. Eventually, he turned back. “You deserve more.”
Diana’s body started to hum. She was tempted to lean into him, to touch him, but didn’t. “How should I want a kiss to be from a potential lover?”
He cupped her chin. “A kiss from a lover should make your body come alive. Their lips should whisper unspoken promises of what is to come.”
Devons’s head dipped down further. A soft gasp escaped Diana’s mouth. He continued, “It should make you squeeze your legs together in anticipation. You should want to press your form against his in frustration because no matter how close, it is never enough.”
One of her hands moved to his chest. His lips grazed hers. She froze, shocked by his words and the overwhelming longing that throbbed through her body. He placed a kiss on the side of her mouth and then along her jaw. “But never should it be just pleasing.”
