Page 132 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“It’s temporary,” he added.

Siena gave him a look. “I like this, too, John.”

“How could you not, babe?”

Her grin made him wink when he shoved down his boxer-briefs.

And then he dove in the pool a second later. The heated pool felt like a giant bathtub as he cut through the water, and then came back up for air. It was only about twenty feet long and ten feet wide. There was no deep or shallow end as it was eight feet deep all the way across except for a small portion on the other side that seemed to go from a couple of feet deep into a slope until it met the eight-foot limit.

John sucked in air the second he broke the top of the water. Shaking his head, water droplets flew all over the place that had been clinging to his hair. He found Siena watching him from the edge of the pool in that way of hers.

Like she couldn’t stop.

Or she couldn’t get enough.

He loved it.

“Are you getting in, or what?”

“Maybe,” she said.

“Maybe?”

“Mmhmm.”

John grinned, and waded closer to her. “Get in, Siena.”

“I’m actually not a good swimmer.”

He cocked a brow. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Donna, everybody can float.”

Siena gave him another one of those looks. “Yeah, but—”

John reached up out of the water, grabbed her wrist, and yanked hard. Siena fell in the water with a shriek, coat, shoes, white dress and all. He kept his hands on her waist as he pulled her high, and let her break the surface.

“Oh, my God,” she growled at him, smacking his bare chest. “You ruined my coat!”

John kissed her lips, kept one arm around her back, and dragged the sopping wet coat off her arms. He tossed it aside to the side of the pool. “And I’ll buy you a new one.”

Siena sucked in a sharp breath. Her white, off the shoulder dress was almost entirely see-through now. Her wet hair stuck to her face. The caramel locks were darker when wet. John brushed them out of her eyes.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said.

John smiled. “You have to be a little risky with me, Siena.”

“I told you I wasn’t a good swimmer, John.”

“You’re doing okay.”

“Because you’re holding onto me!”

“I always will,” he returned easily. “You know that, don’t you?”

Her anger melted away instantly. “Yeah, I do.”