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He sunk in the middle, but kicked hard immediately to right himself, a little worried about Eddie. That had been a harder landing than he’d expected. He realized too late she was still holding onto his trunks.
And they weren’t on his body anymore. They were in her hand.
He couldn’t really explain how it happened.
But when he saw her bobbing in the water, his trunks in her fist in the air as if she was waving them in the air in victory, he started laughing.
Eddie’s hair was stuck to her cheek and forehead, water rivulets running down over her eyelids and cheeks, and she had goosebumps on her shoulders. She looked thoroughly shook.
“Are you okay?” he asked, treading water.
“Are you naked?” she asked, grabbing onto the deck post with her free hand. She sounded horrified. She was now clutching his trunks to her chest like they were a pair of pearls.
He grinned. “I am one hundred percent naked.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It means I’m not wearing any clothes.”
That seemed to snap her out of her daze. She rolled her eyes. “I mean I don’t understand how your shorts came off.”
“You ripped them off of me.” He was really enjoying this.
“I did not!”
He leaned his head back as if he were going into a float position.
“Sullivan!” She sounded thoroughly and completely scandalized. Her cheeks were beet red.
He was going to drown he was laughing so hard.
Edwina knewshe was acting ridiculous.
She was clinging to the dock post and Sullivan’s swim trunks, all while freaking out that he wasn’t wearing same said trunks. She had to let go of them. But she was scared to move. Terrified that if she let go of the dock or the trunks or her inhibitions or her moral compass, she would climb onto his waist in the water and kiss him.
It was a problem.
He was two feet away from her and he was naked.
That was also a problem.
He didn’t seem concerned that he was accidentally skinny dipping.
She wasn’t even sure why she had been so panicked at the idea of him pushing her in the lake. She was no princess. She had spent her entire youth jumping off of docks into lakes. Deep, dark water didn’t scare her. Fish brushing against her didn’t bother her.
The idea of Sullivan touching her terrified her.
It had nothing to do with the water and everything to do with him being in her personal space.
Instead of just letting him give her a gentle shove off the deck with two hands, she’d managed to embroil them entirely together in a tangle of limbs while she pulled his pants off.
Her legs were getting tired from keeping herself afloat and from hanging onto the dock leg. She forced herself to relax her shoulders and breathe deeply. “Okay, I’m going to give you your trunks,” she said. As if that needed some kind of warning.
“Just toss them on the dock,” he said. “I can’t put them back on while treading water.”
No, she supposed he couldn’t.
God knew she didn’t want him going into a float position.
