Page 40 of When the Storm Breaks
Guess who was doing the chasing now? Fully aware that I was playing right into her hands but not really caring enough to stop, I swam in the direction of her voice.
“Marco,” she called out, laughing. I stopped swimming and spun around again. The witchy woman was outwitting me and had me going in circles. I could see her from here, her teeth so white in the darkness, her black hair slicked back and the moonlight glowing on her face. It looked like she was carved from marble.
“Polo,” I said, playing her little game.
Neither of us made a move to bridge the distance. I could stay in this exact spot, treading water until my legs grew numb and I caught hypothermia, but I’d much rather have my arms wrapped around her and her legs wrapped around my waist. “Let’s meet in the middle.”
She hesitated, and you would think she was contemplating doing something crazy like jumping into a lake naked. Finally, she agreed and inched forward. At this rate, it would take all night to reach each other. But let’s face it, the chase was the fun part. So, we moved closer and closer, neither of us giving an inch, until finally we were at arms-length.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi.”
“You could have told me there was a dock.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
She reached over and smacked my arm. I grabbed her hand and tugged her closer. “Cold?”
“Nope.” Her teeth were chattering, and when I released her hand, she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Liar. Your lips are blue.”
“You can’t see that in the dark. We need to swim. Get our circulation going.” I had a different plan. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. “And then the water won’t seem as—”
I kissed her cold lips and she gasped as my tongue slid inside her warm mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and I held onto her, treading water while we kissed in a cold lake under a springtime moon.
Were all her kisses this hungry or just the ones she reserved for me?
She was shivering in my arms, her naked breasts pressed against my chest. Skin to skin. And even though the water was ice-cold, my dick was getting hard and prodding her stomach. Like the witchy woman she was, she rocked her hips, and rubbed her body against me just right, creating friction that zinged up my spine and made my balls tighten.
She pulled away and gave me a devious smile. “Race you back to the house.”
“I moved your stuff to the dock.”
“Perfect. When I win, I get the towel.”
“This feels like old times,” I said without thinking.
“Old times?” Her brows furrowed, and I realized my mistake. “With who? Lila?”
I’d never mentioned Lila to her. “How do you know about Lila?”
“She stopped by to visit me this afternoon. We had lunch together and it was highly informative.” She smirked.
I could only imagine how that had gone down. Knowing Lila, she’d told Shiloh the whole story. “I’ll bet it was.”
Without another word, she started swimming toward the dock, her strokes strong and sure. I gave her a head start and waited a couple minutes before I set off. One thing was clear. She was a faster, more focused swimmer than Lila had ever been. Growing up, I’d always beaten Lila, but I’d never managed to beat Jude. Not a single fucking time. He’d always been better at every sport, but he steered clear of horses. The few times I’d seen him ride, he was total shit at it. Used to piss him off that the horse never did as he commanded.
I beat Shiloh to the dock but just barely. We were both hanging onto the ladder, neither of us making a move to get out of the water.
“Ladies first,” I said.
“But I lost.”
I shrugged. “You can have the towel.”
“You sure?”
