We both look under the water just as the material disappears in my hands. There’s nowhere to hide.
* * *
Roe
On the one hand,my giant, glaring hard-on is visible for all to see. On the other, Maggie just made my clothes disappear off my body.
“Woah,” I say with unabashed awe. The material of my shorts slides down my legs but I can’t see it happening.
I hold still, afraid to stop whatever magic is happening. These last few minutes have been some of the most intense of my life. Desire courses through my entire body for her. We’re moving toward something amazing. Her strength and new-found boldness are driving me wild. Even if I can’t see her at all, progress is being made.
She comes Up and holds the shorts above the water, looking like a little kid who caught her first trout. Her face is flushed and her shoulders rise and fall quickly.
“I know, right? I discovered it today. I think my powers or whatever are stronger when I’m fully wet… er, when I’m underwater.”
“Amazing.” I laugh. “It’s amazing. You can make things disappear!”
“See, now this is the reaction I expected.” Her arms fly out in a dramatic flop.
“Yeah, yeah.” My shorts are out of arm’s reach. “And you got me out of my pants.”
We glance toward the object in question and seem to remember that we’re naked and inches apart. At least fifty percent of us is extraordinarily turned on.
“Umm,” she looks up and away. “Right, sorry. I couldn’t think of anything else.”
I reach for my shorts. One hand ineffectually covers my boner.
“Not so fast. You should get to feel it for a while.”
I raise an eyebrow.
She stutters, “I mean, you should see how it feels for a bit to be naked.”
“I’m an actor.” I lift my chin, like she would. “I’ve performed sex scenes with thirty people watching. Modesty left years ago.” It’s not exactly true but I am an actor after all.
“Okay good.” The wet slosh of my trunks hitting the stones a few yards away greets our ears. “So then you’re okay with that.”
“Yup. Feels good.” I put my hands behind my head and relax into a sigh. “I’m usually naked out here anyway.”
“Well, it’s easier to be confident in your skin, I guess, when you have a team of health food chefs and a personal trainer.” Her gaze outlines my form. I would pay top dollar to know her thoughts.
She’s not wrong. I shrug. My foot slips and I dip under the water, and my erection brushes her thigh.
“Oh shit.” I back away and freeze, waiting for her reaction. I expect her to stand and get out of the pool. She shakes her head like it’s no big deal. But it is. Based on her reaction today in the alley, it’s a big deal to be this close to me.
“Maggie, let’s get out and get dressed.”
“Okay.” She blinks up at me. Did I mention I love how her lashes clump together with water? “If that’s what you want.”
“What I want is not up for discussion right now.”
She looks dejected. I don’t want her to think the wrong thing, but my self-control is slipping. I’ve already scared her way too many times by moving too fast.
My gaze drifts to below the water and back up at her. “It’s just… I can’t. I don’t want to scare you.”
“I’m not so easily scared.” Her stubborn chin sticks out.
“You’re the bravest person I know.”
