His eyes darken. “Suits you.”
I look down to see that it’s molded to my frame. My cheeks turn hot. “It’s stained and sandy.”
“A swim will make it clean.” He stands and starts to come my way.
I know his intent and I yelp, racing in the opposite direction. “No!”
His hands wrap around my waist and we’re one with waves again. This time, I come up laughing. Fuck his crazy tactics, but the diving is fun.
“Okay, okay. I’m clean now.” I rise and back away.
“Are you?” He stands.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod, glancing behind him at the waves rushing toward us.
Once they’re close, I push against his chest. His eyes widen before he falls into the water.
I laugh, clapping my hands. “I got you!”
Chance has a playful frown on his face once he comes up again. “You think you did something there, huh?”
“Oh, I know I did.” I take a step back as he takes one forward.
“Really?” He draws nearer.
“Yeah.” I do a silly dance. “You went down like a freaking log. Should have seen you. What a—”
He rushes toward me. I swerve away just before he grabs me and his hand grazes my side.
I don’t stop running, knowing he won’t stop until he gets revenge. A look over my shoulder proves true. Chance is closing the gap.
I should be running for my life but I slow down, entranced by his features. He has a smile on his face, his eyes bright. He’s soaking wet and looking very unlike himself. But the way he looks right now melts my heart.
He catches up to me and lifts me high. My heart is in my throat. I’d probably be flung as far as the middle of the ocean.
I close my eyes and hold my breath, bracing myself, but then I’m coming down gently.
I blink open and meet Chance’s eyes as he places me down. His eyes, warm and blue as the ocean, take me in. Then he combs back my hair with his fingers.
“Why didn’t you?” I ask quietly, my heartbeat stuttering in my chest.
“Because…” He cups my face gently. “A surprise is best!”
One moment I’m standing and the next I’m in the water.
“Like a log!” I hear Chance’s triumphant shout.
I swim out, gasping for a breath. I don’t care what happens, he’s going down again. He’s already running off when I come up.
“I’m going to get you,” I swear.
He wears a smug grin. “You can try.”
And I do. It’s hard but I bring him down once more and the next we go down together.
As we swim, I peel off my clothes and then I’m in only my bra and panties. They’re not as fancy as a bikini, but Chance doesn’t mind. Neither do I when he’s down to his briefs.
He’s all hard planes and tan skin. I want to lick him.
