Page 41 of The Daredevil

“I’ll meet you out in the waiting area.” It was all I could say.

We both headed to our locker rooms to change.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

ROYCE

That “love”comment was meant more for me than for her. It was my reminder, but it came out fast and careless. I couldn’t take it back. She didn’t seem bothered by it. Otherwise, she would have said something.

After changing into my swim trunks, I shoved my clothes into my locker. My thoughts wandered back to the kiss. I’d dreamed about kissing her, but never expected that potent force to slay me the way it did. The energy felt like a bolt of lightning slicing through me, zapping my nerves. I could still feel the robust charge between us.

The simple attraction to Michelle had risen to a new level that confused me. I liked my path clear and concise, with no interruptions, like a hypothesis with a definite conclusion. This thing with Michelle had too many variables to determine a positive result. As a scientist, I knew this, and yet I continued.

You’re not thinking like a volcanologist. You’re thinking like a man in heat.

When she looked up at me with those yearning eyes, I couldn’t resist. Who could resist a face like that? A part of me wanted to show Fiona that I was already with someone and prayed she’d leave me alone. But when my lips touched Michelle’s, Fiona disappeared.

Everythingdisappeared from the vicinity. No one and nothing mattered except our joined lips. Her soft lips became my new favorite thing.

I loved how her body had melted into mine as though she’d lost control too. Was she shocked that I kissed her?

How she had sighed into my mouth made me wish we were at my apartment. She tasted like a forgotten treasure I’d misplaced and had just found again. That baffled me. Her floral scent intoxicated my body, blurring my logic. The scientist in me knew when a man lost his logic, he lost his mind. Yet I didn’t care and needed the kiss like I needed oxygen.

That was the truth, and I hadn’t dared to admit it until now. It made no sense, but some of the most extraordinary things in life didn’t have an explanation, which was why they needed scientists and explorers to investigate.

I walked out of the men’s locker room and waited for Michelle in a luxurious area with plush seating.

“Ready?” Michelle’s voice cascaded down my body like a soothing waterfall.

I turned, and my breath caught in my throat. Praying that my cock behaved so it didn’t embarrass the both of us, I reined in my desire to gather her into my arms and have my way with her.

She wore a pale yellow bikini, revealing a gorgeous chest that made my hands want to touch her breasts desperately. The bikini bottom triangle littered my mind with inappropriate images. Her ass was a thing of beauty, and I’d probably need a floatie to survive the lagoon so I wouldn’t drown. My body and mind weren’t themselves right now.

She waved a hand across my vision. “You okay?”

“You . . .”

I couldn’t form words about how beautiful she was or how powerless I felt at this moment. Her curly hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head. I wanted to untangle it and run my fingers through her brown locks.

Forcing myself to regain control of my body and brain, I said, “I’m ready.”

Michelle grabbed my hand and led me through the glass doors to a tranquil oasis. The lagoon had a serene atmosphere that differed from the Blue Lagoon, which I’d visited a few times with Aunt Klara. I’d researched about NewYou Beauty because I was interested in what brought Michelle to Iceland.

NewYou Beauty Resort possessed a more mystical scenery with its plants, succulents, and moss-covered lava rocks. The mossy green and the aqua waters painted a gorgeous fairytale setting. Though this was an artificial lagoon using natural hot spring waters, the atmosphere looked natural, which would be a great seller to new clients, and fantastic competition for the Blue Lagoon. A section of the geothermal pool had an overhang with twinkling lights, most of which was an outdoor spa.

“Brace yourself for the heat,” she said, releasing my hand.

My fingers curled, missing her touch.

Following behind her, I studied her gorgeous ass before it disappeared into the blue water covered with a layer of mist. People waded around the pool, but my attention was on Michelle. She turned and watched me enter the water that came up to my hips. The instant heat from the pool eased the bulge I’d developed while staring at her perfect behind.

Hissing, I waited for my body to acclimate to the thermal water.

“Most guys would react like you, especially guys who don’t normally get cold in the winter. I love taking hot showers, so this temperature is perfect for me.” She moved her hands around in the water. “You’ll get used to it.”

Now I was imagining her in the shower with me.

“My aunt laughed at me the first time I joined her in the Blue Lagoon. Let’s just say there was a lot of cursing from me.” The chilly air created more mist to blanket the lagoon, making the area more magical.

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