He leaned in, his arm curving around her waist and everything slowed down for a moment. He tightened his hold on her, his face so close.
And then they were falling.
She shrieked just before they hit the water. And surfaced with a loud curse, unreasonable anger mingling with disappointment. “Zack! You jackass!”
She moved to him and planted her hands on his shoulders, attempting to dunk him beneath the water. He put his hands on her waist and held her still in front of him, her movements impotent against his strength.
“You can touch bottom here, can’t you?” she asked, her feet hovering above the sandy floor of the pool while Zack seemed firmly rooted.
“Maybe.”
His hands slipped down, resting on her hips, the heat from his touch cutting through the icy chill in the water. He kept one hand there, the other sliding around to her back, his fingers drifting upward, skimming the line of her spine.
She shivered, but she wasn’t cold. And he didn’t let go.
His eyes were locked with hers, the head there matching the heat he was spreading over her skin. Her hands were still on his shoulders. And since he’d just moved his hands, it seemed … somehow it seemed right to move hers.
Her heart thundered in her chest as she slid her hands down, palms skimming his chest hair, the firm muscles beneath, as she rested them against his chest. She could hardly breathe. Her chest, her stomach, every last muscle, was too tightly wound.
His fingers flexed, the blunt tips digging into her flesh. His hands were rough, strong, everything she’d ever imagined and so much more.
Zack loosened his hold, a muscle in his jaw jerking. She pulled away from him, the water freezing where his hands had been.
“We should go,” Zack said, his words abrupt.
“I … We haven’t been here very long.” She felt muddled, as though the mist from the waterfall had wrapped itself around her, making everything seem fuzzy.
And she was glad. Because she had a feeling that when the reality of what had just happened, of how stupid she’d been, hit, it was going to hit hard.
“Yes, but I have some things to take care of before tonight. We have dinner reservations at the restaurant down in the main part of the resort.”
He reversed direction and swam to shore, walking out of the pool, his muscular legs fighting against the water pressure, his swim trunks conforming to his body. A hard pang hit her in the stomach when she looked and saw the outline of his erection. Had she really gotten him hot? Was that about her?
He turned away from her and pulled his shirt on.
And was the arousal why they were leaving now?
So he felt something. Even if he was running from it. Something that was at least physical.
Her hart hammered, echoing in her head, making her temples pulse.
Maybe she did matter to him, like that, at least a little bit? Maybe. Yes, she knew men were excited by women but this had to be personal. It had to be about her, at least a little bit. Did he think she was sexy?
She followed him to shore, scrambling onto the sandy ground, her feet picking up grains of dirt, clinging to her toes. She shook her foot out, grateful to have something else to concentrate on for a moment.
She looked back up and saw Zack, his eyes on her, his jaw locked tight.
She swallowed hard and grabbed her sarong. “So we’re having dinner out tonight?”
“Yes,” he bit out. “I have to go and pick up a package down in town and then I’ll meet you back up at the villa. The car will be by around seven.”
“Okay.” She wished she could come up with something better than the bland, one-word answer, but she just couldn’t.
Something had changed. The air around them seemed tight, the way Zack looked at her new and strange. And for the first time, she felt power in her beauty, in her body.
And she wondered if maybe he could want her. If she could be the sort of woman he wanted.
Maybe tonight she would actually try.
It was criminal. The dress that Clara was wearing should be illegal. She certainly shouldn’t be allowed out in public. It was tight, like that black, second-skin swimsuit, accentuating curves that, until this afternoon, he hadn’t realized were quite so … lush.
Breasts that were round and perfect, firm looking. They would overflow in his hands. And her hips were incredible, nothing like the androgynous, straight up-and-down supermodels that were so in style. Not even like Hannah, whose image he was having trouble conjuring up.
Today, at the river, with her body pressed against his, wet and slick, soft and feminine, he’d had a reaction he really hadn’t counted on. He hadn’t counted on touching her like he had, either. Exploring the elegant line of her back. Holding her to him. It had been a big mistake.
Getting out of the water, in front of his best friend, sporting an erection inspired by her, hadn’t really been his idea of a good time.
He put his hand in his pocket, let his fingers close around the velvet box that was nestled there. The one that Hannah had had rush delivered to the resort. Because it was the right thing to do, or so she’d said. He hadn’t really cared whether he got the engagement ring back or not. But he could use it.
The thing with Amudee, his assumption, had been unexpected. But Zack was good at reading people and the older man’s delight at the thought had been so obvious, there had been no way he would disappoint him. Not with so much riding on things going well this week.
His other plans had all gone to hell. He wasn’t sending this one there with the rest of them.
“What exactly is that?” he asked. They were in the car, being driven up to the main area of the resort, and being closed in with her when she looked like that and smelled, well, she smelled sweet enough to taste, was a bit of torture.
“What?” she asked.
“What you’re wearing.”
Her cheeks colored. “A dress.”
“But do you … call it something?”
“A dress,” she said again, her voice low now, dangerous.
“It’s a nice dress.”
She looked straight ahead. “Thank you.”
The car stopped in front of an open, wooden building that had all the lights on despite the late hour. There were people sitting at a bar, musicians set down in the center of the seating area, and dancers out on the grass, candles balanced on their hands as they moved in time with the music.
He opened his door and Clara just sat, her posture stiff. “What?”
“Now I’m not sure if I should go back and change.”
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