I should know. I just counted every single glorious, hard, cut muscle.
My throat grows dry. I was wrong. His body is more than a work of art.Caleb’s body is a freaking masterpiece.
I tear my eyes away from his torso and see his navy swim trunks hanging off his hips, revealing that sexy V-shape. His legs are sculpted, too. Not bulky, but defined. I lift my eyes to meet his, and I find he’s appraising me in the same way. Caleb’s eyes roam over my body, drinking me in from top to bottom. When his eyes meet mine, I see nothing but heat in them.
“I didn’t know if I wanted you to get out of that sexy dress,” he says, his voice low. “But seeing you in this bikini? You look sohot.”
I move toward him. “Thank you. And I can say the same about you.” It takes all my willpower not to look at his abs again. I’ve never seen an eight-pack in person.
I wonder what it would feel like to touch them.
Caleb puts his hands on my hips, but he frowns as he stares down at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Your hair. It’s going to get wet.”
“Yes, because I’m going to swim.”
“You are?”
Now I’m the one who is looking up at him with a furrowed brow. “Didn’t you invite me over to do that?”
“Well, yeah, but a lot of women don’t want to mess up their hair.”
“I’m not a lot of women.”
And to prove my point, I get in the pool. It’s heated, so the temperature is perfect. I dive completely under the water and swim all the way to the other end before surfacing for air. I pop up, feel the cool breeze hit my skin, and immediately submerge myself so my shoulders are under water and I won’t be chilled. “Are you coming in?” I ask.
Caleb’s mouth quirks up in a sexy smile. “Do you want me to?”
My heart skips a beat. “Come in and find out,” I flirt back.
Caleb enters the water and swims toward me in strong, long strokes. He stops a few feet from me and then walks to where I’m at. He’s a good two feet above the water, and his hands find my hips. I stand straight up, staring at the water dripping off his muscular body.
So. Damn. Hot.
I reach up and wind my arms around his neck, and now our wet bodies are pressed together. “I’m glad you’re in the water with me.”
“Me, too,” Caleb says, lowering his mouth to mine.
I entangle my fingers in his wet hair as his tongue explores my mouth. This kiss is slow. Sensual. Completely different than the first kiss, and I relish it. One of his hands moves around myback, and I moan in pleasure at the sensation of his touch in the water.
Then I feel his whole body go hard against mine, flush with need.
For me.
I feel emboldened to touch him. I move my hands down to his shoulders. Then his chest, feeling the wetness of his skin and the sculpted muscles. Caleb moves his hands around to my rib cage, sliding up toward my breasts, but stopping just short before oh so slowly sliding back down my body and resting on my hip bones, his fingers toying with the bamboo rings on my bikini bottoms.
I move my hands back up to his hair, drawing him closer, kissing him deeply as the water laps gently against our bodies.
A groan escapes from him, and then he moves his lips to my throat, and I feel his tongue flicker over my skin, traveling down the length of it, then moving to my shoulder. He playfully takes a nip at my bikini string, his tongue and teeth dancing along my shoulder, and the move nearly undoes me.
“Isla?” he murmurs sexily into my skin.
“Yeah?” I manage to reply.
Caleb lifts his head. He lowers his mouth toward mine but doesn’t kiss me. “I know we’re taking time to get to know each other, but I don’t want to see anyone else,” he says softly, his words a gentle caress against my lips. “I only want to be with you.”