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"Ready?"
"This is not necessary." He points to the center of the pool.
"But it is." I pull off my cover up and sigh inwardly at the physical reaction I draw from him. His eyes darken and he's devouring me with them from across the room. He doesn't even have to touch me for me to feel the warmth of his hands on my skin. I walk to the steps at the shallow end of the pool. "Come on."
"No one's home?" He glances into the house at the empty stairs.
"Nope. Everyone went back to Manhattan. We'll stay in the shallow end. Promise."
With one hand behind his back, he grabs his tee and tugs it over his head. He's freaking beautiful. Every muscle shaped and cut the way he wants it, tattoos rounding his thick corded arms.
He steps in and walks slowly down the steps until we're face to face with the water up to my midriff and his hips.
"Let's go for a ride. I'll buy you some gelato." He hitches his thumb over his shoulder, pointing back to the door he came in through. He's trying to get out of this.
"Mmm. Red velvet cones and double dark chocolate." I tilt my head and purse my lips. "After."
"Why do we need to do this?" He glances around the pool area again like he's checking to make sure we're alone.
"I feel like you need it."
"I don't." He shakes his head and drops his hands into the water. For the first time, I see a break in Foster's confidence.
"You may not need this, but maybe I do. Kay?"
He reaches over and takes my hand. "Why do you need to see me swim?"
If I want him to do this, I have to lay it all out there, so here goes nothing. "A while ago there was a party here. Donnie pushed a waiter into the water. Poor kid panicked. Lost his glasses. I felt terrible."
As I'm talking, his face changes from crinkled in confusion to eyes wide in surprise. As I finish my story, his eyes soften and his lips quirk up into that self-deprecating smile that looks so good on him. "Why do you needmeto swim?" he asks cautiously.
"Part of me needs to make it up to that boy. I never want you to be in that situation." If he can't swim, he could drown andI wouldn't want that to happen to someone as awesome as Foster.
"I avoid water. I'll never be in that situation."
"What if you can't? What if you end up in the water and need to swim? I want you to be confident enough to do it."
"I am confident. I could do it if I had to."
"Show me."
He frowns.
"First float on your back."
He crosses his arms.
"Please. It'll heal a lot of old wounds in me."
That gets him. He looks to the ceiling as he slowly lies back and extends his arms.
"Good. Lift your feet. Back straight." He lifts his knees and straightens his legs. His chest looks so sexy as the water covers the bumps and curves. "You're doing it. Move around."
He paddles his arms and turns in the water.
"See? Easy."
He stands back up and smiles at me. "I can do it. I just need the right motivation." He leans down to brush his lips against mine. My cheeks heat and I have to look away from his intense gaze.
