his laces. Within seconds he’d dropped everything except his tight knit boxers, which were at her eye level since she was sitting at his feet. His arousal strained against the front.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and cocked a brow at her in question. “I did bring swimming trunks, if you’d rather I put them on.”
Waving her hand as if she’d seen it all before, she attempted a blasé voice. “Please, don’t feel inhibited by me.”
One corner of his lips kicked up and he swept his pants down, stepping out of them without looking away from her. Don’t look , don’t look.
She looked. Swallowed hard. Her body clenched with longing.
Water splashed against her burning hot face, shaking her from her trance. He’d jumped in feet-first and was now swimming toward the waterfall, his tight back, biceps and bum working with each stroke. When he got to the middle, he trod water and faced her. “Coming in?”
Oh yes. Before she could second-guess herself, she jumped up and whipped off her shirt and hiking trousers. She’d worn her bikini under her clothes, but that was coming off. Now.
Liam’s body moved gently from side to side as his legs scissored underwater to keep him afloat, but he watched her with unwavering interest. This is Liam Callaghan. He’s been with some of the hottest women in the world. Remember that Brazilian model—whatshername? She only has one name. Whatever it was , you don’t look like her. You’re Titless Tess.
Yeah, and? She was the one here right now, and he’d found this spot for her , so she could fulfill one of her trip’s goals. She just had to work up the bollocks to follow through. Squaring her shoulders, she reached behind her neck and yanked on the tie holding her top together. The cups fell toward her waist, and a breeze tickled her breasts as she shifted to untie the string around her ribs.
“Jesus.” Liam’s reverent utterance floated across the water to her. The tip of his tongue touched his bottom lip, and his eyes narrowed in concentration. “More. Please,” he croaked.
Confidence swept through her. He wanted this. She wanted this. She had no idea how her world had collided with his, but she wasn’t going to ask questions of a gift horse. No, she was going to turn her back on it instead—momentarily, so she could tease him a little as she wriggled out of her knickers.
His groan reached her across the water, and she slowly stood up again, tossing him a sexy smile over her naked shoulder.
“Tess, I don’t mean to be rude, but if you don’t get over here right now I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
She broke eye contact long enough to step carefully off the boulder into the water—because nothing would kill the mood faster than her losing her balance and belly-flopping in front of him. The cool water came to her knees, and she took a few steps across smooth stones before lowering herself until the water lapped at her neck. Ooh, yes. She was Eve. The original woman, at one with nature. Keeping her movements slow, she pushed her hands out and swept them back, lost in the sensuous flow of water over her heated skin. She came within a meter of Liam before kicking swiftly away and twisting to do the backstroke toward the waterfall, exposing her body to the elements and to his gaze.
She wanted him. But more than anything, she wanted exactly what she had right here, right now. To float. To see the trees stretching far overhead. To hear the waterfall growing louder. To know that, for the next few hours, her life was completely her own. She owed nobody any explanations, didn’t have to lay her motives bare for the world to examine, or do anything other than whatever the hell she wanted to do.
And she wanted to do Liam Callaghan.
She swam to the waterfall and dunked herself under. The water beat against her shoulders, knocking out any remaining tension like a brutal massage. Finding her balance, she stood and arched her back, pushing
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and cocked a brow at her in question. “I did bring swimming trunks, if you’d rather I put them on.”
Waving her hand as if she’d seen it all before, she attempted a blasé voice. “Please, don’t feel inhibited by me.”
One corner of his lips kicked up and he swept his pants down, stepping out of them without looking away from her. Don’t look , don’t look.
She looked. Swallowed hard. Her body clenched with longing.
Water splashed against her burning hot face, shaking her from her trance. He’d jumped in feet-first and was now swimming toward the waterfall, his tight back, biceps and bum working with each stroke. When he got to the middle, he trod water and faced her. “Coming in?”
Oh yes. Before she could second-guess herself, she jumped up and whipped off her shirt and hiking trousers. She’d worn her bikini under her clothes, but that was coming off. Now.
Liam’s body moved gently from side to side as his legs scissored underwater to keep him afloat, but he watched her with unwavering interest. This is Liam Callaghan. He’s been with some of the hottest women in the world. Remember that Brazilian model—whatshername? She only has one name. Whatever it was , you don’t look like her. You’re Titless Tess.
Yeah, and? She was the one here right now, and he’d found this spot for her , so she could fulfill one of her trip’s goals. She just had to work up the bollocks to follow through. Squaring her shoulders, she reached behind her neck and yanked on the tie holding her top together. The cups fell toward her waist, and a breeze tickled her breasts as she shifted to untie the string around her ribs.
“Jesus.” Liam’s reverent utterance floated across the water to her. The tip of his tongue touched his bottom lip, and his eyes narrowed in concentration. “More. Please,” he croaked.
Confidence swept through her. He wanted this. She wanted this. She had no idea how her world had collided with his, but she wasn’t going to ask questions of a gift horse. No, she was going to turn her back on it instead—momentarily, so she could tease him a little as she wriggled out of her knickers.
His groan reached her across the water, and she slowly stood up again, tossing him a sexy smile over her naked shoulder.
“Tess, I don’t mean to be rude, but if you don’t get over here right now I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
She broke eye contact long enough to step carefully off the boulder into the water—because nothing would kill the mood faster than her losing her balance and belly-flopping in front of him. The cool water came to her knees, and she took a few steps across smooth stones before lowering herself until the water lapped at her neck. Ooh, yes. She was Eve. The original woman, at one with nature. Keeping her movements slow, she pushed her hands out and swept them back, lost in the sensuous flow of water over her heated skin. She came within a meter of Liam before kicking swiftly away and twisting to do the backstroke toward the waterfall, exposing her body to the elements and to his gaze.
She wanted him. But more than anything, she wanted exactly what she had right here, right now. To float. To see the trees stretching far overhead. To hear the waterfall growing louder. To know that, for the next few hours, her life was completely her own. She owed nobody any explanations, didn’t have to lay her motives bare for the world to examine, or do anything other than whatever the hell she wanted to do.
And she wanted to do Liam Callaghan.
She swam to the waterfall and dunked herself under. The water beat against her shoulders, knocking out any remaining tension like a brutal massage. Finding her balance, she stood and arched her back, pushing
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