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She stripped off her own blouse and light summer skirt to reveal her bikini, then slid off the rock into the water. She felt herself tremble slightly and released the breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
‘Follow me,’ Lorenzo said, beckoning to her as he swam away.
Chloe followed him without speaking as he led her across the pool. The water was cool, but pleasantly energising, and her body was already starting to buzz in expectation of Lorenzo’s lovemaking—for she was certain that he was leading her to a place where he could make love to her.
They made their way around the bend in the river by a combination of swimming across deep water and climbing over the giant boulders that rose up beneath them. Chloe loved every minute of it. The setting was absolutely beautiful, and the knowledge that she would soon be in Lorenzo’s arms heightened her pleasure.
‘We’re here,’ Lorenzo said at last, and Chloe stopped and stared in wonder at the sight of a whole array of shallow rocky basins fed by smaller, gentler waterfalls.
‘It’s amazing,’ she breathed, unbelievably grateful that she had followed Lorenzo and not given in to her anxieties.
‘The locals come here for a water massage,’ Lorenzo said, moving away from her towards one of the smaller waterfalls. ‘They call it natural hydrotherapy.’
He flashed her a broad smile that showed no hint that he was still angry with her, then pushed himself backwards under the flow of a small waterfall.
Chloe stared in horrified shock as water poured down over him, plastering his black hair to his bowed head and sheeting over his body. She knew he was strong and fit, but her heart started to pound as she looked at him standing under the water.
Being pummelled by gallons of water rushing over a rocky outcrop was not her idea of a massage. It looked frankly terrifying.
‘Stop it!’ she shouted. ‘Get out of there!’ But the sound of the cr
ashing water obliterated her cries, and Lorenzo showed no sign of moving.
She lurched forward to grab him, but water poured down over her face and into her eyes, blinding her. She flailed wildly, reaching out to him and calling his name. Then suddenly her fists came into contact with the solid muscle of his chest and she pounded him angrily—not caring whether she hurt him, just wanting him to stop his silly, dangerous game in the torrential waterfall.
The next second she felt his hands close like steel clamps on her arms, and he lifted her back out of the deluge of water.
‘What are you doing?’ he demanded, holding her steady as she scrubbed sodden hair out of her eyes and spat river water out of her mouth. ‘This is not a leisure centre with a lifeguard watching out for us! You can’t mess about like that—you must have respect for the power of natural forces.’
‘I’m not the one messing about!’ she cried, lashing out at him again. ‘Why did you have to do that? I thought you’d brought me here to make love to me—not to scare me to death!’
Lorenzo was staring at her, clearly shocked by the vehemence of her attack on him. There was a puzzled look on his face—as if he couldn’t understand what she was frightened of.
‘It’s all right.’ He reached for her, but she stepped back out of his grasp.
‘Why would you take such a risk?’ she demanded. ‘I couldn’t bear it if—’
She stopped abruptly—suddenly not willing to reveal her feelings to him. He’d already belittled her too many times for that.
‘If what?’ he asked. ‘What were you talking about?’
‘Nothing,’ she said, splashing away from him in the chest-deep water. ‘I’m going back to the boat.’
‘Wait.’ He moved quicker than her, and the next second his hands closed around her waist. ‘I thought you just said you wanted to make love.’
‘Let me go!’ she gasped, but he pulled her back against his body, lifting her feet off the bottom of the pool. She wriggled in his arms, but she had her back to him and there was nothing she could get hold of.
‘That feels good,’ he said, rocking his hips forwards so that the hard heat of his arousal nudged against the curve of her bottom. ‘I like your idea to make love.’
An answering rush of desire stormed through Chloe, almost making her forget that she was angry with him. But she did not like the way he was manhandling her—even though it was turning her on faster that she would have thought possible.
‘It wasn’t my idea,’ she said, ignoring the liquid heat that was beginning to pool deep inside her as he rocked his pelvis against her once more. ‘I said that I thought that was why you’d brought me here.’
‘No.’ He spoke directly against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. ‘I thought you’d like to see the waterfall.’
‘Then why is there a condom in your pocket?’ she asked in exasperation, reaching behind her to run her hand over his shorts.
It was a mistake. Her palm collided with the hard shaft of his erection straining against the fabric and another rush of arousal shot through her.
