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He put both arms on her shoulders. “Sara—”
Her breath was coming faster and faster. “At this rate I won’t even be able to finish my swim test tomorrow.”
“Sara!”
His shout finally got through to her and she snapped at him. “What?”
“Put your feet down.”
“And drown? You’re supposed to be helping me, goddammit!”
He arched a brow. “Put. Your. Feet. Down.”
She did, and they landed in silky sand. The water was waist deep. “Oh. Ok, then.”
His face immediately softened, and a small grin cracked it. “See? You’re perfectly safe. But we’ve still got a way to go yet, so we need to get back to it. Just remember, if you get too tired or get nervous, you can always stand up. There’s no danger.”
“You’ll stay with me?”
“Of course. You got this.”
“I got this.”
They started swimming again, and Sara continued chanting, I got this. Now she stroked more confidently. It could have been due to the current slowing or the fact that she could stand whenever she wanted to, but she didn’t care. Jack stayed by her shoulder, and her self-confidence grew with each passing minute. His encouraging presence further reassured her, and they stroked their arms in unison, occasionally brushing fingers. A tingle of electricity rocketed through her every time they touched. The next time she sighted, their beach chair was closing in, and she increased her pace, a grin spreading across her face.
When the chair was directly across from their position, Sara stood and raised her arms toward the darkening sky. “Ha! I did it.”
The light was fading around them as Jack matched her smile. He reached up and gave her an enthusiastic high ten. “Of course you did!”
They smiled at each other as he entwined his fingers with hers, standing in the warm water with their hands clasped above their heads. Breathing hard, Sara stared into his beautiful, warm brown eyes. Their gazes locked and their smiles faded. She could feel every inch of where their hands touched, and she brushed her thumb over the back of his hand. Now her deep breathing wasn’t because of the swimming, and her desire to kiss him was overpowering. From the way he dropped his gaze to her mouth and held on, she wasn’t the only one.
Without a word, they moved toward each other. She met his lips, letting go of his hands to encircle his waist. His mouth was soft and warm, and the only sound around them was the ocean softly washing up on the shore. Jack cupped her head with one hand and wrapped the other around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to him. His gentle, searching kiss became passionate and a soft moan escaped him.
Sara swiped her tongue over his, desire rolling through her now as he opened his mouth to probe hers. She could taste the salt on his tongue. He moved his hand to her ass, pushing her hard against him, and it was her turn to moan as the length of him pressed between them.
“God, I want you,” he whispered against her mouth, then smashed his teeth against hers. He slipped his hand under her suit to her breast, his thumb slowly stroking.
Sara pressed her hips hard against him, moaning softly as she murmured, “Me too.” His touch went straight through her, and it was more than physical desire. It was the sense that he wanted her—the unsure Sara she normally kept hidden. Pulling back, she broke the kiss as they stared at each other, both breathing hard. “Do you have a condom?”
He jerked a nod. “Back at my apartment.”
“Let’s go, then.”
Instead, he pulled her tight again, attacking her mouth as he squeezed her breast with one hand and her ass with the other. She looped a leg around the back of his knees, leaning into his touch as she reached down to squeeze him. His breath caught at that, then he pulled away and grabbed her hand.
“Come on,” he said, hurrying them to shore.
* * *
They stumbled through the door, and Jack kicked it shut, pushing Sara against the wall as he raked his mouth over hers. She was on fire now—this side of him was completely unexpected. He had always been reserved and quiet, and his ardor made her own self-consciousness flee.
He broke their kiss and stared at her. “You’ve seen the rest of my apartment. Care for a tour of the bedroom?”
“Oh, yes.” Her voice was deeper, throatier.
Grasping her hand more gently this time, Jack led her into his darkened bedroom. As soon as they entered, he turned around and moved in again, opening his mouth to encircle her tongue with his. He slipped his hands down her back and tugged off her elastic hair tie, slowly unplaiting the wet strands, then running his fingers through them. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to touch your hair.”
“Well, I hope you don’t plan to stop there.”
