woman that he couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind.
At first, he’d thought it was just the chase. She didn’t run after him like the other women he’d had in his life. They were aggressive, knowing what they wanted and determined to get it. He’d give them his attention, for as long as they amused him, but none had reached the level of fascination that this woman achieved in so short a time. Ever since she’d arrived at the village he’d heard stories about her. He’d been busy at the time with a takeover, but as soon as he was able to get away, he had come to town to investigate. Elise had been a good excuse, but the moment he’d laid eyes on this fascinating creature, he hadn’t been able to let her go.
And after the kiss the other day, he’d been dreaming about her, waking up hard and aching, desperate to have her in his bed so he could finally rid himself of his obsession with her. She smelled good, she looked incredible, and now that he’d seen almost all of her, he was more determined than ever to get her into his bed and have his way with her.
“Don’t what?” he asked softly, even though he knew exactly what she was telling him. He continued to unbutton his shorts, noting that her eyes never left his hands. When he pulled the zipper down, she watched, her breath catching in her throat. He normally swam completely naked, but because she appeared so nervous, he left his boxers on for her benefit, even though there was no way to hide her affect on him. Nor was he even trying to hide. He wanted her to know what she did to him. He wanted her to think about it, to fantasize about it and know that she turned him on like no other woman ever had. “Swim with me?” he suggested and moved towards her, towards the end of the dock.
“No, I really can’t,” she said and stepped back a step.
“You should be careful,” he warned, seeing that she was less than a foot away from the end of the dock and still backing up.
He tried to reach out and grab her, to stop her from falling, but she jerked away, only adding more force to her backwards momentum. In the end, he tried to be the gentleman as much as the situation would allow by grabbing her waist. Although he couldn’t stop her from falling, at least he could twist enough so that he fell into the water first, taking the brunt of the splash while his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her steady.
Even as the water enveloped their bodies, his mind couldn’t help but notice how amazing she felt pressed against him. And then he had to focus on keeping them above water. Even that he didn’t mind because the water swirled around them and he pulled her against him while they came up for air, her tiny hands on his shoulders and the water plastering that sexy lingerie against her breasts once again.
This time, there wasn’t any way for him to be gentlemanly about the situation. Those breasts were just too perfect and he was only a man. He couldn’t keep his eyes from looking nor his hands from moving up her waist to her rib cage. He was finally able to stop them there, but as he pulled her against him, he couldn’t hide his body’s reaction.
Zarah wished that she could have acted appropriately and pulled her hands away. But instead of pushing against his shoulders so she could make more space between their bodies, her arms found their way around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, testing the texture and feeling the softness. She was amazed at how incredibly strong he looked. Then his hands moved to her waist, sliding up and down her back and she shifted her stomach closer to his, the water lapping against her heated body that only increased in temperature when his hands moved around, his thumbs stopped along the outside of her rib cage.
“You’re beautiful,” Derrick said, wanting to press her softness against his chest, but knowing he had to take things slowly. She was skittish, he knew. He suspected that she hadn’t had very many lovers in her past but he wasn’t going to let this beauty go. He wanted her and he knew that she