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I’m so screwed.
Tension claws at me, the kind that has me clenching my thighs below water.
I need to get out of here before I make this any more awkward for the both of us. Realizing I let go of the edge, I fasten my grip on the ledge for the second time today, starting to rise out of the water.
“Please.” His hot, large palm lands on my shoulder, touching me like no man ever had before. “You don’t have to leave. This pool is big enough for the both of us. Stay, please.”
On a reflex, my traitorous eyes dart again to where he’s touching me. I don’t cower from him. I’m fascinated by the tingles the contact evokes in me. By the craving for him to firm his grip, to slide his hand up my throat, then down my waist.
Lower even, and then maybe to…
I don’t get to finish the thought. As quickly as he had his fingers on me, that’s how fast he removes them.
And while I appreciate the space he’s given me, I’m disappointed.
Huh. Interesting.
“I apologize. Again.”
I return to watching his face. His small smirk, the confidence in his expression despite him claiming he feels like he’s wronged me.
“Again, no harm done.” I, however, am less than comfortable. I’m a ball of energy ready to explode beneath his probing gaze. “I’m done for the day, anyway.”
It won’t be long until he realizes the hot mess bubbling inside me. I have to stop messing around.
Out, out, out.
When I shift my weight forward and raise the upper part of my body out of the pool, he raises his palms in surrender but doesn’t budge to allow me to come up.
“Wait.” His dark eyes don’t warm any. His demanding tone, though, turns a tad softer. Barely. “Can we start over? I’m Theo. Fifth floor.”
He appears genuine. Isn’t intimidated by my attempts to flee. Doesn’t glare at my erect nipples. And since I’m being honest with myself… Maybe getting to know him isn’t such a terrible idea.
A name wouldn’t hurt.
“Prue Bishop.” I relax back into the water. Since we’re already talking, I’m going to need to hide my arousal. Be a decent neighbor, like he’s attempting to be. “Third floor.”
“Nice to meet you, Prue Three.” His smirk remains the same. The somberness enveloping doesn’t reflect the friendly-like greeting, but I can tell he’s trying.
And I lower my guard in return. “Nice to meet you, Theo Five.”
I don’t get a chance to marvel at his pearly whites when he full-on smiles for a second.
Not because he seals the smile away and returns to his serious self.
Because he stands to his impressive six-foot four-ish height and jumps right into the pool next to me.
A surprised, nervous chuckle flows past my lips. My amusement, too, is momentary. I sober up fast once he resurfaces, holding the edge of the pool with one hand.
With the other, Theo rakes his fingers through his damp hair in a graceful, slow motion belonging to a man in commercials. Drops of water cascade down his face, his neck, and his broad shoulders. They land on his taut chest, accentuating the muscles bulging beneath his taut skin.
Sure, I appreciated him for not checking out my boobs or imagining my mouth doing sinister things to him. I did.
Thing is, I’m not as strong-willed as he is. I’m hardly holding on as is from shamelessly leaning forward and licking each single drop off of his body.
I’m so deep into the fantasy that I don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. My tongue darts out, swiping across my bottom lip.
Then his low growl wakes me. I snap my eyes back to his and shriek. Theo’s dark eyes are no longer just black. They’re black holes. Fathomless. Endless. Dangerous.
