Page 40 of Impulsive Saint
She must have made a face because he chuckled.
“But, now that I know you better, I don’t believe that anymore.”
“So?” She was treading water.
“Right now? At this very moment? I’d say…Caution: extremely hot.”
She grinned and he chuckled again. Her cheeks were flaming now and she knew that if she wasn’t almost submerged in water that he’d be able to see that the rest of her skin was just as red. That heat in her belly was curling into a ball of desire and she couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming out of her mouth.
“Need to cool off? Come on in. The water is perfect.”
He laughed, “I heard you squeal when you hit the water. It’s colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra, isn’t it?”
She giggled, “It’s not that bad.
“Uh huh.”
“But speaking of tits…”
“Ashtyn…” He cut her off with a warning glare. “Don’t.”
“Oh, come on. I was just going to say, tit-for-tat. You watched me strip. I think I deserve the same opportunity.”
His eyebrows shot up and she saw the surprise register on his handsome face. She found that she liked that. She liked it a lot. Surprising him was becoming one of her favorite things. She enjoyed making him see her in a different light, a better light. She realized in that moment that he was the first man that had ever seen her, really seen her beneath the façade of the person she tried so hard to be. And she wanted him to see her tonight, like this, open and free and doing exactly what she wanted, taking what she wanted.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not. Drop your pants, Tyler.”
“That’s a terrible idea.”
She splashed water towards him, “Get in the pool, Ty. Skinny dipping generally involves at least two people. It’s not as much fun alone.”
He narrowed his eyes, “You’re not inviting anyone else in there.”
“I might, if you don’t get naked and come skinny-dipping with me.”
He seemed to be thinking about her words and she found herself holding her breath. He wouldn’t do it. She knew he wouldn’t do it. Even with the change in how he’d been treating her, he had been very clear about where the lines were between them. She might have caught him looking at her ass a couple times but he’d never touched her anything close to inappropriately. He’d actually been very careful not to touch her at all except for when they were on the motorcycle and it was absolutely necessary.
For the first time, she thought maybe all of that careful distance he kept between them said more about his attraction to her than anything else.
“Turn around.”
Her mouth dropped into an O of surprise, “What?”
“Turn around. This isn’t a peep show.”
“Oh don’t even! You literally just peeped on me!”
He rolled his eyes as he kicked his boots off. Then, he did one of those things that men in movies do but that she’d never seen a man do in real life. He crossed his arms behind his head and pulled his t-shirt off in one smooth move. If her mouth hadn’t already been hanging open perilously, it would have been at that moment. It was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. Not just the move but all of the muscular, tattooed skin beneath too.
She pulled her mouth shut and sank a little lower in the pool as he began working the buttons on his jeans open. The water was just beneath her nose but the ripples were still enough to give away that she was breathing hard.
Good God he was just so freaking sexy.
He stepped out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, and when he glanced back up at her he narrowed his eyes, “I said, turn around.”
“But…”
