think about. “It’s gumbo. My roommate in college was from New Orleans and introduced me to Creole cooking. I hope you like it.”
Justin broke into an open, friendly smile. “I’m sure I will.”
Lorren couldn’t help smiling back at him. Hurrying home from her visit with Mama Nora, she had dug through a box containing old magazines that had been delivered with her other stuff that morning. Rummaging through the box, she’d found an old magazine which contained the article, “Ways to Send an Overeager Male Running for Cover.” She hoped the author of the article knew her stuff.
“Thanks for the wine, Justin. You can go on ahead. I’ll join you after making sure everything’s taken care of in the kitchen.”
She tried not to give an overinterested glance at him. In swimming shorts, his physique was so well sculpted. Each muscle in his hard body was defined.
Justin pulled a towel out of the gym bag. “Oh yeah, will you go to the movies with me tomorrow night in Dallas?”
At any time she would have refused his invitation. But since chances were after tonight he would be avoiding her like the plague, she agreed to go for appearances’ sake. “Sure, I’d love to.”
Justin gave her a smile that sent her pulse racing. “Great!”
Lorren took a deep breath when Justin left. Get your act together, girl, and don’t screw up.
When she reached the lake Justin was already in the water. The only part of him visible was his naked brown chest. She slowly disrobed, revealing her two-piece swimming suit, fully aware his eyes were on her.
Calling out to him, she asked, “How cold is the water?”
“It’s not cold at all, which is surprising for a day in April,” he answered, taking in every detail of the exotic orchid print bathing suit that was molded to all her curves. “Come on in,” he invited.
Lorren couldn’t help noticing the interest he was showing in her outfit.
“You look absolutely sensational, Lorren.”
She smiled. “Thanks.” She then dived down deep into the water, resurfacing seconds later. She pushed the wet hair from her eyes. “Justin Madaris! I thought you said the water wasn’t cold! It’s freezing in here!”
Justin laughed a throaty laugh. “No, it’s not,” he said, swimming toward her. “Just relax. You’ll get used to the temperature.”
“I—I doubt it,” she muttered in a chattering voice.
“Oh, come here, you big baby, let me warm you.” Before she could react, he was wrapping his arms around her. “Does that feel better?”
Lorren nodded, unable to speak. His arms were holding her gently. The motion of the water nudged them together from breast to thigh. She was aware of Justin’s solidly built body. The water pushed them even closer, and her breasts brushed against his chest. The muscles of her abdomen quivered.
Justin felt Lorren’s breasts swell against him. He ached to remove her top and rub his thumb against their taut tips. How many times had he fantasized about holding her like this, so achingly close to his aroused body? Even now, he could smell her perfume, an alluring scent that made him want to…
Suddenly, with trembling hands, he released her. He had to resist temptation. “That should warm you up some,” he murmured huskily. “Come on. Let’s swim for a while.”
Lorren nodded. His touch hadn’t just warmed her; it nearly had her in flames.
They swam, hard and fast, their arms splashing vigorously through the water, trying to channel their powerful heat for one another into playful activities. For an entire hour they had a gung ho time treading water and engaging in water wars. Twice when he caught her trying to cheat during a race, he grabbed her and pulled her under. Once, after making it to the other side and resting on the edge, he jumped out of the water and tossed her up in the air and out over the water.
“Justin Madaris! You’re going to pay dearly for doing that!” she screamed.
He threw his head back, releasing a
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