~ JOHN-PAUL ~
When he’d had her in the lake, her back to his chest, his arm clasped around her, she’d been stunning. It had stolen his breath. He’d worried her skirts would tangle with her legs and drag her under, so he’d used it as an excuse to hold her tightly.
But then she’d just relaxed into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her jaw at his neck. She’d let her body rise to float… and her breasts had risen up out of the water, the soft cotton sucked against her so tightly it revealed the line of her bra—and the perfect, hard peaks of her n*pples reacting to the cold.
Even in the frigid water, he’d gone hard immediately. He’d had to turn her over, get some space before he embarrassed them both. He’d needed to get away. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Which was
