“The one where you pretend like you don’t want me,” he husked, and under the water, a warm palm wrapped around my waist. I inhaled a stiff breath, shaking violently at the touch, my eyelids fluttering as he slipped that hand around to my lower back and pulled me closer, into him, until we were flush against each other and I could feel his desire pressed against my core that ached for him in return. “And I pretend like you’re not already mine.”
