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Authors: Nana Malone, Misty Evans
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the Club women talking about. Then he raised his hands and showed them to her.
Understanding slowly dawned on her face. “I’m floating? All on my own?”
He nodded, and she froze. Down went her ass, and up went her arms, windmilling like before. This time, however, he was prepared. He swooped in with one arm and snagged her waist to keep her from sinking.
A repeat of their past chest-to-chest mamba occurred, only this time, she didn’t beat him with her fists. “I’m never going to swim, am I?”
He made sure she was steady on her feet, then headed for the edge of the pool. “Wait right there.”
He climbed out of the pool and grabbed a kickboard. On the way past the bench, he snagged her flippers. Back in the water, he lifted her up and sat her on the edge, then slipped the flippers on her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just hang with me.” After securing the flippers, he lifted her back into the water and demonstrated how to use the kickboard. He kicked back to her and handed her the board. “Your turn.”
Hesitantly, she fingered the board. “I don’t know about this.”
“I do.” He wrapped one hand around her arm and the other around her waist. “I’ve got you. Now do exactly what I did. Ready?”
She shook her head but held the board out in front of her. “Should I hum?”
“What?”
“Should I hum? You know, like when you taught me to blow bubbles.”
He laughed. “Whatever rocks your world, Becca.”
She smiled. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Never.” He positioned her in the water, kept her from sinking. “Now kick those legs, hard.”
With his help, she scooted across the pool from one side to the other. Her face morphed into that self-satisfied look she got every time she accomplished something. She lowered her feet and nearly jumped up and down in the water. “I did it. I kinda, sorta swam!”
“Yep.” He enjoyed seeing that look on her face, and the bobbing up and down in the water wasn’t terrible either. “You did.”
“Oh, my God, thank you!” She threw her arms around his neck, bringing those luscious, wet curves into full body contact. Her flippers nailed his ankles as she tried to stand on his feet.
And then, without warning, she brushed his cheek with a kiss. “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” She went to kiss him again, except he moved his face, and her lips, thank you, Jesus, landed on his.
They were wet and warm, and oh, so soft. When she didn’t pull away, he lingered there, tasting, and hoping she didn’t knee him in the balls.
Her body relaxed into his, her lips parting on a sigh. “I...uh…”
Pull back. Huge breach of teacher-student relations. His hands were one thing, supporting her in the water, but there was no way he should have his lips anywhere on her body.
But he didn’t push her away. No sir, Alex would have been proud. Liam wrapped his arms around Becca and kissed her again.
She responded, pressing her breasts against his chest. And then, like a light switch, she jerked away, putting distance between them. “What am I doing?” she said, rubbing her fingers over her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “That was completely unprofessional, and it will never happen again.”
Seemingly tongue-tied, she sputtered. Cleared her throat, and tried again. “It’s not you. It’s uhm...I, uh...I got excited, and sometimes I do really stupid things when I’m excited.”
Stupid things . Kissing him being one of them. Okay, then. Their time was nearly up. “One more time across?”
Swimming got in a person’s blood. He’d seen it a hundred times with the kids—and adults—he’d trained. Even the smallest taste of that kind of freedom made people long for more.
“That would be awesome.” Becca grabbed the kickboard and avoided his eyes. “I’m psyched.”
He was too. He only had to remember to keep his hands to himself.
Chapter Six
She wasn’t picking a fight. And if she was, it wasn’t because
Understanding slowly dawned on her face. “I’m floating? All on my own?”
He nodded, and she froze. Down went her ass, and up went her arms, windmilling like before. This time, however, he was prepared. He swooped in with one arm and snagged her waist to keep her from sinking.
A repeat of their past chest-to-chest mamba occurred, only this time, she didn’t beat him with her fists. “I’m never going to swim, am I?”
He made sure she was steady on her feet, then headed for the edge of the pool. “Wait right there.”
He climbed out of the pool and grabbed a kickboard. On the way past the bench, he snagged her flippers. Back in the water, he lifted her up and sat her on the edge, then slipped the flippers on her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just hang with me.” After securing the flippers, he lifted her back into the water and demonstrated how to use the kickboard. He kicked back to her and handed her the board. “Your turn.”
Hesitantly, she fingered the board. “I don’t know about this.”
“I do.” He wrapped one hand around her arm and the other around her waist. “I’ve got you. Now do exactly what I did. Ready?”
She shook her head but held the board out in front of her. “Should I hum?”
“What?”
“Should I hum? You know, like when you taught me to blow bubbles.”
He laughed. “Whatever rocks your world, Becca.”
She smiled. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Never.” He positioned her in the water, kept her from sinking. “Now kick those legs, hard.”
With his help, she scooted across the pool from one side to the other. Her face morphed into that self-satisfied look she got every time she accomplished something. She lowered her feet and nearly jumped up and down in the water. “I did it. I kinda, sorta swam!”
“Yep.” He enjoyed seeing that look on her face, and the bobbing up and down in the water wasn’t terrible either. “You did.”
“Oh, my God, thank you!” She threw her arms around his neck, bringing those luscious, wet curves into full body contact. Her flippers nailed his ankles as she tried to stand on his feet.
And then, without warning, she brushed his cheek with a kiss. “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” She went to kiss him again, except he moved his face, and her lips, thank you, Jesus, landed on his.
They were wet and warm, and oh, so soft. When she didn’t pull away, he lingered there, tasting, and hoping she didn’t knee him in the balls.
Her body relaxed into his, her lips parting on a sigh. “I...uh…”
Pull back. Huge breach of teacher-student relations. His hands were one thing, supporting her in the water, but there was no way he should have his lips anywhere on her body.
But he didn’t push her away. No sir, Alex would have been proud. Liam wrapped his arms around Becca and kissed her again.
She responded, pressing her breasts against his chest. And then, like a light switch, she jerked away, putting distance between them. “What am I doing?” she said, rubbing her fingers over her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “That was completely unprofessional, and it will never happen again.”
Seemingly tongue-tied, she sputtered. Cleared her throat, and tried again. “It’s not you. It’s uhm...I, uh...I got excited, and sometimes I do really stupid things when I’m excited.”
Stupid things . Kissing him being one of them. Okay, then. Their time was nearly up. “One more time across?”
Swimming got in a person’s blood. He’d seen it a hundred times with the kids—and adults—he’d trained. Even the smallest taste of that kind of freedom made people long for more.
“That would be awesome.” Becca grabbed the kickboard and avoided his eyes. “I’m psyched.”
He was too. He only had to remember to keep his hands to himself.
Chapter Six
She wasn’t picking a fight. And if she was, it wasn’t because
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