Page 12 of Perfect Match
“How deep is it here?” she asks, looking into the indigo depths.
“About twelve feet. It’s a steep drop-off from the rocks. Are you nervous?” But the words are only just out of my mouth before she’s over the side and flying through the air in a perfect arc, arms stretched above her head and toes pointed, before disappearing into the blue with a small splash. It’s an Olympicdive champion performance, especially when, seconds later, I follow with a wave-inducing bomb.
I surface a few feet from her to the sound of her uninhibited, joyous laughter.
“Did you like my dive?” I ask, feeling like I’m that teenager again.
“Very impressive, but I think they just sent out a tidal wave alert for the island.”
Scooping water into my hand, I splash it into her grinning face.
“Oh, we’re going there, are we?” she warns before she lunges toward me, her hands on my shoulders, pushing me below the surface. I grab a hold of her narrow waist and take her down with me. Her strong, lean legs twining around me, determined to not let go. I kick us both back to the surface, and water trickles from our features; we’re both breathing heavily. For my part, it’s not from lack of air but the way Tori’s body clings to mine that squeezes my lungs and steals my breath.
Her hands wrap tighter around my shoulders, bringing our faces even closer.
Our lips are only inches apart. And with no one to interrupt us this time, I seal my mouth around her bottom lip, sucking and nipping at the lushness. Eventually working my way into the recess with my tongue. Pressing more firmly when she joins in the duel for control of the kiss. It’s fucking hot, and I don’t want it to end. But it must if we don’t want to end up drowning each other.
Treading water while passionately kissing a gorgeous woman is not easy. We need to continue this on firmer ground, so I reluctantly pull back.
“That was fun,” she murmurs in a husky tone before placing a few kisses to my jawline.
I nuzzle at her neck. “I can think of some other fun things we could do.”
Laughing, she throws her head back, with her arms going wide so she’s floating on her back before me with her barely covered breasts skimming the surface. Her legs remain locked, tethered to my waist and dangerously close to the full-on erection I’m sporting in my shorts. She’s driving me wild and she knows it, the little tease.
“Let’s swim to the rocks first.” She releases from me, then lunges backward into a flip underwater, coming up facing me again. “I’ll race you,” she announces, and like my own little mermaid, she’s diving below the surface again, coming up stroking in an impressive front crawl.
I might not be an expert diver, but I’m a pretty good swimmer, and I kick into action, determined to catch her. The stress from business negotiations earlier in the week seems to float away with each stroke that stretches and pulls on muscles not used to being tested in this way. It feels fantastic.Everymoment spent with Tori feels fantastic.
It ends up being a close race, with me only winning by about two arm-lengths. Fitness-wise, there was no competition; she won hands down. My gasping attempts to fill my lungs after the race are embarrassing compared to her barely noticeable shallow breaths.
I flip onto my back to float. “I obviously need to do more cardio workouts at the gym.”
“Don’t feel bad, old man. You did well to win. I underestimated the competition.”
I pop back upright. “Hey, I’m not that much older. Am I?” I figured Tori was in her midtwenties, but maybe I was wrong.
“I’m twenty-six. What about you?”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thirty-four.”
“Really? I thought you were older.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No, no. I didn’t mean you look old. It’s that you’re the CEO of a company, and I just assumed you were in your late thirties.” She swims into my arms, reaching up to capture my mouth in a firm, passionate-though-brief kiss. And this time it’s not exertion that’s leaving me breathless.
“Should we find some more solid ground, like the deck?” I suggest.
She doesn’t hesitate to reply, “I like the sound of that.”
And with that, we turn to swim back toward the yacht.
Chapter six
Tori
Fun things! Did he really mean what I hope he means?
