Danielle drowned in his mesmerizing whiskey-hued eyes, too drunk in their charm to protest. Her heart wanted to give in and she just surrendered. He led her gently towards the pool.
“I’m not wearing a bikini, Knox.” She blushed furiously when his gaze swept over her body.
“No, problem. You can use your underwear and then change later. There’s no one here but me.” Before she could protest, he eased the top off her body. Danielle moved away from his grasp, not wanting his help. The way his fingers brushed with her skin, goosebumps erupted all over her, sending electric tingles down her body. She didn’t want him to see her reaction to his touch. It might encourage him to take liberties. Clad in just a bra and a pair of boyfriend jeans, she hesitated a little. Was it a good idea? Would he
