“If I have to be stranded on a deserted island, I’m glad it’s with you,” I told him as I ran my hand through the dark waves of his thick hair.
He seemed genuinely surprised. “Really?”
“Yes,” I said, then did what I was desperate to do. I kissed him.
He took my mouth over, the way he’d done every time we kissed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and found his erection even though the water was ice cold. He pressed it against my throbbing core, making both of us moan.
Everything I’d held back was breaking free. His every featherlight touch on my skin sent electricity zigzagging through me. The water was cold, but I was red hot.