Forbidden: The Billionaire's Virgin Princess. Lucy Monroe
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kayak in. The very brief bikini she wore underneath made the air stall in Hawk’s chest.
Damn. She had a luscious figure. Her breasts were a little oversized, her waist tiny above the flare of her hips, her legs toned and smooth. And that damned scrap of cloth that passed for bikini bottoms showed way more skin than it covered and clung to the perfect curve of her backside. She kicked the wet suit aside and walked back into the water.
She stopped a few feet from him, her head cocked to one side, her doe-brown gaze questioning. “Something wrong?”
“Uh—” He had to clear his throat. “No. Nothing. You sure you don’t want to wear your Neoprene to swim in? It’s warm for spring, but not exactly hot out here.”
“I’m fine.” But she shuddered with a full body shiver, belying her words. She smiled self-deprecatingly. “Well, I’ll warm up swimming, anyway.”
Her body was covered in goose bumps, but it was the hard nubs of her nipples behind her scant bikini top that drew his gaze.
And held it.
He watched in inescapable fascination as the wet lycra of her swimsuit did nothing to hide how the already hardened pebbles tightened into fine points.
“Sebastian…” The husky desire mixed with confusion in her voice was a potent aphrodisiac.
She wanted him and didn’t know what to do with that need. What man would not be drawn by that combination of innocence and feminine awakening?
She did not move, her body frozen there, half in the water. Her breathing increased to pants, further revealing arousal so unfamiliar to her. Her small hands fisted at her sides, her knuckles turning white.
Had any woman exhibited such intense desire for him?
Perhaps it was the result of Lina’s innocence. Hawk hadn’t had a virgin since high school. He had a strict policy of keeping his liaisons limited to experienced women who weren’t looking for a relationship much less a lifelong commitment.
So, what the hell was he doing looking at Lina like a wolf did his prey?
He forced his gaze to lift to hers. And it was worse. The evidence of her interest in him shone brightly in her doe-brown eyes. Damn it.
Unblinking, her gaze fixed to his, she bit her bottom lip and damn if he didn’t want to replace her teeth with his.
If he didn’t do something soon, he was going to end up giving her her first time right here in the lake. His entire body vibrated with the need to go to her.
It took every ounce of his formidable self-control to turn and dive into the cold water. When he came up fifteen yards from the shore, she was only a few feet behind him.
Treading water, she grinned. “You aren’t supposed to dunk yourself, don’t you know that?”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” Without further warning, she launched herself toward him.
Her hands pushed against his head and he let himself go under as his training took over and he used her momentum to get her into a hold she had no hope of getting out of. He brought them both up, breaking above the water to the trill of her laughter.
Her smile was unrepentant. “Now, that’s how you’re supposed to get dunked.”
“You sure about that?”
“Of course. It’s in the rules.”
“The rules?”
“You know, the playing in the water rules?” she asked, her eyes lit with a mischievous spark.
“I don’t know those rules.”
“Why is that I wonder?”
“Maybe because I don’t play.”
“Everybody plays.”
“Not me.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to teach you how.”
His mind immediately latched onto several images of things he would like to teach her. And not a single one of them was anywhere as innocent as playing in the water.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“Looking at me like you want to eat me.”
He stared at her, for once speechless.
She laughed as she kicked out of his now lax hold. When she was several feet closer to the shore, she stopped and faced him, her chin just above the waterline. “What does that mean? The look.”
“I…” He didn’t know what to say to diffuse the situation. Sure as certain not the truth.
She took another couple of steps backward so the water wasn’t so deep around her. Her head cocked to one side and she looked at him like a chemistry lab experiment that wasn’t going the way she expected. She started chewing on that way-too-kissable, full lower lip of hers again.
Then she nodded as if making some kind of internal decision. “Look, I’m not very experienced at this sexual attraction thing. Okay?”
He nodded because it seemed like she wanted a response.
“Good. Some guys…especially ones a few years older than me, would be put off by that.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you’re not, but the problem is, I don’t know what stuff means. Like that look you were giving me…” Her voice trailed off and she looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of their conversation.
For which he felt profound gratitude. “Do you really want to talk about this?”
“Um…no…I just—”
“You’re doing fine.”
“I am?”
“Yes.” That, at least, was safe to say.
“Oh, good then…I…”
He took advantage of her preoccupation and dove for her, figuring that her idea of water play had to be better than talking about the overwhelming attraction between them that should be anything but on his side. She expelled her air in a shocked gasp as she fell backward under his weight.
Without thought, he sealed his lips over hers, breathing his air into her lungs as they went under the water together.
He twisted his body and brought them both up again, breaking the connection of their mouths as water ran in rivulets down their faces.
She shook her head, laughing. “That was wild.”
He tried to dunk her again, but this time she was ready for him and slipped out of his grasp. They played like that until she was gasping, “Uncle, uncle…I give, I give.”
“I’m not your uncle, but I’m glad to hear you recognize my superior water playing skills.”
“Funny, funny.” She sighed and relaxed, linking her hands behind his neck. Then, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “That’s better. You wore me out.”
“Poor you,” he choked out, trying to maintain some semblance of distance with her attached to him like a limpet.
Was he the one who had thought playing in the water was safer than talking? After fifteen minutes of her hands gliding over his body as she attempted to pull him under the water, he was hard as a rock and twice as hungry for her taste. And now, apparently she considered him her resting place. The position of her legs around his waist was way too tempting for the precarious control he had over his libido.
“It might just have a little to do with the fact that you are almost a foot taller than me.”
“What?”