Page 2 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer
His arm locked, holding me still. “You have to stop, or you’ll force us both under. We can still drown in shallow water,” he grumbled.
“Then let go of me,” I bit out. It was only a matter of time before he realized I was partially clothed.
“Try to relax. I’ve been watching you struggle. I’m helping you,” he growled into my ear. The sound of his rough voice rumbled against my back. His body was hard and oddly comforting, sending a shiver through me.
I stiffened, fighting the stimulating effects of his skin next to mine. How could I be turned on by only the sound of his voice and his forearm? Because damn, his forearm was hot. His muscles tightened as he secured his grip around me. His arm pushed up and under my breasts, and I ached to have his arm or hands move higher. “Trust me, I’ve got this. Let go,please.”
As if giving me the middle finger, the ocean decided to dump a massive wave over us. I sputtered and spat out salty water.
“Yeah? How’s that working out for you?” he teased in his low, deep, sexy voice.
I was pretty sure if I looked at him, I’d see a smirk on his face.
“Just fine now.” Or not. Crap. My swimsuit was now hanging off one of my ankles. I bent at the waist, stretching the tips of my fingers to grab hold of my swimsuit. A sigh puffed out as I missed it. I couldn’t lean forward far enough with his arm around me.
“What’s your problem?” Now he sounded annoyed.
“My problem is I don’t want your help.” I huffed. I lifted my leg a little higher, dipping my top half into the water. Success! I stopped the bathing suit bottom from falling off completely. Now all I had to do was get my other leg through and I’d be all set.
“Did you hit your head?” he asked. Concern laced each word.
As if that’s the only reason I could possibly not want his help.Asshole.
His long fingers combed through my hair, searching for a reason why I didn’t want to be saved and why I kept dipping into the water. The gentleness of my rescuer's hands on my scalp sent waves of pleasure through my body, making me melt.
“No,” I sighed. My head dropping back to lay on his shoulder.
His arm flexed, causing it to rub against the underside of my breast again. I only had a second to enjoy the feeling before he spun me around to face him. Aviator sunglasses were perched at the end of his nose. They must have slid down when the wave crashed over us. I was impressed he hadn’t lost them altogether.
Holy hell, his eyes were amazing—one crystal blue and the other a forest green. His beard and mustache were trimmed close to his jaw. I wanted to run my hands up his cheeks, to feel his stubble scrape across my hands, and see if his pouty lips tasted as good as they looked.
My cheeks burned. I’d never had such wild thoughts about someone I’d only just met. It had to be something about him trying to save me, like how people were attracted to men in uniform.
His gaze searched mine, probably looking for signs I’d been knocked out while underwater. One large hand cupped my cheek and gently pushed my tangled auburn hair out of my face. I didn't need the reminder that I looked like a drowned rat in front of this insanely gorgeous man.
I knocked his hand away. Too much more of that, and I’d swoon. “I didn’t hit my head.”
“Well, let me help you up anyway.”
The gentle ebb and flow of the waves pushed us together and then drew us apart. He pulled me in closer so we were chest to chest. In this position, I felt each one of his chiseled abs as they brushed my stomach. The impressive set of muscles had me wishing I did more sit-ups this past year instead of binge-watching my favorite TV shows. His hardness was everything I fantasized about—and in direct contrast to my soft curves.
My nipples brushed against him and I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through my body. I wanted to do it again and barely held myself back.
“Are you okay?” He tilted his head, his stare intensifying.
There was no way I was about to tell him that with one light bit of contact, and I was already turned on. “No, just cold,” I lied.
“Okay. Well, let’s get you up to the beach so you can warm up.” He kept his arm around me and reached under my legs. I struggled a second later realizing his intention. Shit! He was going to try and carry me.
His arm brushed my bare ass. He froze the moment he realized he was touching me sans clothes.
I groaned. He was trying to help me, and here I was, giving him the starring role in my erotic fantasy, imagining what his touch would feel like if he shifted it down and over my now aching core. I wished my body would behave itself.
He cleared his throat. “I, um, I had no idea your bathing suit was—”
“I’m going to guess you don’t typically grope naked strangers?” I asked. Laughter bubbled out of me over this ridiculous situation.
The shocked look on his face let me know my pining was one-sided. His lack of interest in me helped to shake my lust-filled thoughts from my mind.
