Page 65 of Double Puck

I'm just... letting him hold me. My hands are flat against his chest, fingers splayed over warm, wet skin, and I can feel his heartbeat under my palm.

It's faster than it should be as we circler each other in the water, neither of us saying a word.

That's the part that gets me. Beck Morrison, the man who has never once in his life let a silence exist without filling it with a joke or some ridiculous commentary, is quiet.

He's just looking at me with those blue eyes so bright they make the pool look gray by comparison.

And I can't look away.

Oh God.

Something is happening to me. Something I don't have an explanation for. Something I can't organize into columns or quantify with a quick stat.

It's just this feeling inside my chest. Warm and terrifying and completely out of my control. The thing is… I've dated before. I've been held before. I've even looked into a man's eyes while we 'made love' together.

But none of those things made me feel like this.

"Thank you," I manage, my voice coming out softer than intended. "For teaching a proper lady how to swim today."

His hands settle low on my waist beneath the water as we move towards the glass edge again, Beck slowly crowding me with a small grin on his face.

"You know, Darce," he says, voice deep and seductive, "I can teach a proper lady to do a lot of things they've never done before."

My breath catches, but I refuse to let him see it.

"Oh really?" I say, raising an eyebrow. "That's very vague, Beck. I'm an analyst. I might need specifics."

"Oh, you want specifics?"

"I want data." I press my palms flatter against his chest, which is a mistake, because now I can feel exactly how hard his heart is pounding and it matches mine beat for beat. "What kind of things are we talking about? Parallel parking? Tax preparation? The proper way to fold a fitted sheet, because honestly, nobody knows how to do that."

Beck's laugh rumbles through his chest and straight into my fingertips.

"Sure, Darce. Fitted sheets. That's exactly what I meant." He tilts his head, water dripping from the ends of his hair. "I'm talking about things that would make a proper lady very, very improper."

The pool water suddenly feels about forty degrees warmer.

"Improper," I echo, and I don't know why my voice sounds like that.

"Mmhm. Things that would mess up that perfect hair of yours. Ruin that perfect composure. Those sexy as hell tits you've been tormenting me with since you got in this damn pool."

I swallow as his fingers slowly crawl up my body, hitting the divide on the swimsuit where fabric dips into the bare skin on my cleavage.

"You like my swimsuit then?"

His grin turns wicked. "I fucking love it."

"Then why don't you show me how to be improper?" I lean in and press my lips to his, sucking on his bottom lip slightly as I release his mouth.

Beck's eyes darken, and before I know it, his mouth crashes against mine. The glass infinity edge is cool against my back, but everything else is fire.

"Fuck, I missed this mouth." Beck's body presses into mine. His chest against my breasts, his hips against my hips, his thighs bracketing mine beneath the surface. "Been thinking about you ever since that kitchen."

He grinds forward, and I feel his cock, hard and long and so fucking good beneath the water. I latch onto his mouth, our teeth colliding as he presses himself against my stomach through the thin barrier of his ridiculous swim trunks.

I throw my arms around his neck as I turn liquid against him, my legs wrapping around his waist beneath the water, pulling him closer.

This is wrong. This is bad.