Page 83 of Swim To Me

Gentle hands trail up and down my arms, a soft kiss is pressed to my wet temple and then Grey is slipping out of me, his spent running down my inner thigh.

He reaches for my soap sponge, pouring a healthy dollop of my rose scented shower gel and carefully rubbing over every inch of my skin, his touch extra light between my throbbing legs.

Once Grey’s holds me under the warm spray to remove the soap suds, I silently return the favour, coating him in my scent.

We huddle together in fluffy towels to dry off; Grey wrapping his around his waist, and then securing mine around my shoulders, holding it closed at my chest and kissing the tip of my nose.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“What?” I giggle, high on endorphins. “Have sex with me in the shower?”

Grey pinches my hip for my cheekiness. “No, this.” He kisses me again, capturing my lips this time, tangling our tongues together. “To be with you… for you to be mine.”

“How long?” I breathe.

“Since you stepped into my infirmary room, soaking wet and shivering.” He brushes our lips together once more. “Wanted to wrap your towel around your shoulders, like this, and kiss you.”

“Well, I think it’s best we make up for lost time then, don’t you think?”

Chapter 21

Grey

“Are you okay?” I ask Delilah, kicking off my flip flops and bending my knees so I can join her at the edge of the pool, our legs skimming the partially deep water.

She glances sideways at me. “Yes, are you?”

I take a second to really look at her before I answer – her hair is twisted into a tight bun on the top of her head leaving the long length of her neck bare, the thin white straps of her bikini rest on her shoulders doing a pretty good job of covering a small purple blotch I’d sucked into her skin only hours before. Her shapely legs hang over the side, hot pink painted toes hidden beneath the water.

I wasn’t sure she’d still be showing up to her swimming lesson this evening after her bad migraine episode yesterday. But she’d assured me she felt at least well enough to dip her feet in and continue to get used to the pool.

Flashing her a grin, I sling one of my arms around Delilah’s waist, pressing our sides together until there’s not an inch of space left. “Never better, gorgeous. Thought I’d double check on you because you seemed to be doing some pretty hard thinking. Your head’s not hurting again, is it?”

“No.” Delilah links our hands together. “I would tell you if it was.”

Keeping her close to me, I look out at the rest of the pool, watching as one of my co-workers waves her hands to grasp the attention of the children bobbing about in the much shallower baby pool. She seems to have everything under control, so I take another minute to simply sit with my girl – breathing in the familiar scent of chlorine and focusing on the new, but quickly becoming familiar, comforting feel of Delilah beside me.

I press a kiss to Delilah’s temple, registering deep down how much of a risk I’m running, for the both of us while doing such a thing at work, in a public place… But I can’t seem to stop myself.

Giving Delilah’s hip a quick squeeze, I slide down into the water, allowing it to froth around my waist. The furthest set of flags wave above me, highlighting the fact we’ve not yet reached the deepest end of the water, but we’re not in the safe middle ground of the water either. I can still touch the floor, but I don’t think Delilah can, even if she stood on her tiptoes.

Standing more than a few inches away from Delilah, I flatten my feet on the floor and hold my arms out to her.

“Are you coming in?”

Delilah nods, drawing her legs out of the water to stand.

“Nuh uh. Jump.”

She looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads. “Jump?”

“Yeah, jump into my arms, gorgeous. I’ll catch you.”

I see the hesitation play out across Delilah’s face. Her brow furrows, lips going tight, but then she’s jumping without warning, landing in my arms safe and sound.

She wraps herself tight around my body, legs winding around my waist, tucking her face into my neck. Her heart races so much I can feel it through our layers of skin, while she shivers beneath my hands, with fear and not pleasure this time.

“That was terrifying.”

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