fact that she was nearly naked and less than an arm’s length away from him.
He struggled to continue their conversation rather than swim closer to pull her into his arms. He wanted to feel their limbs entwined and the warmth of her body against his.
“What?” she asked.
“Something empty inside,” he said at last. Damn, he’d meant to keep that to himself, but there it was. The ugly truth he hid from the world—and sometimes from himself. “I don’t know what it will take to fill it.”
He’d probably have been smarter not to admit this to an instructor who would be evaluating him.
“That’s what makes you dare,” she said at last, flipping her body to float on her back next to him, her arms spread wide at her sides. “I have the same emptiness inside of me.”
“You do?” he asked, his voice deeper and huskier. Somehow, her admission turned him on even more than he already was. She was blunt at times and that honesty of hers was a powerful aphrodisiac. Her hair floated around her head and he couldn’t help glancing again at nipples, which were still visible though the cotton of her bra, and looking even harder.
He reached for her, water droplets cascading off his skin, but at the last second he let his arm drop. She was talking to him. Sharing with him as a friend. He couldn’t turn this sexual.
But his raging hard-on was making it difficult for him to pay attention to anything other than how she looked.
Maybe she was a siren.
That would explain the spell she had cast over him.
“Everyone does. Most try to ignore it with routines and by filling their lives with stuff, but some people can’t ignore it.”
“Like whatever made you sad earlier?”
She went still, her hands no longer sculling the water.
“Yes. Like that.”
“What was it?”
“My climbing partner and fiancé, Alexi. He wanted things...that even he was afraid to admit.”
“Like you? Are you afraid to admit what you want?” Hemi asked. Again, so much easier to turn the spotlight on her.
“Like me,” she admitted. “Which is why I’m here trying to teach you and the other candidates all I know about surviving in hostile environments. Maybe that is what I need to finally feel some peace.”
“I hope it works for you,” he said.
“You do?” she asked.
“Yes. I like you, Jessie. I want you to be happy.”
“You barely know me.”
“I know, right? But there it is. When you left the party I was like...well, a typical guy and I thought screw it. If Jessie doesn’t want me then I don’t want her.”
She drifted, putting a few feet between them, then cupped her hand on the surface. He had a second to recognize what she was doing before she pushed her hand through the water and a huge splash hit him in the face.
“Screw you, too, Thor,” she said, but there was a hint of laughter in her voice.
When he brushed the droplets from his face and looked around for her, she was gone.
The water was still except for the ripples caused by the breeze, and he floated on his back to give his legs a rest. He waited. No matter how at home she felt in the water, sooner or later she’d have to come up for air.
She did—behind him. He heard her surface a second before she once again arched a powerful spray of water at him.
He rolled over and used his water polo experience to do an American crawl toward her. Keeping his head above the surface, he saw the shock in her eyes as he approached. God, he wanted her.
He’d known it earlier.
Hell, he hadn’t followed her out of the party and to the gym and then taken her to the lake to cement a friendship. The desire that rocked through him was hot and hard. It made everything else fade away.
He stopped just as their bodies met, put his arm around her waist and used his legs to keep them above the water. Her arms snaked around his neck and her nearly naked breasts pressed against his chest.
His heart beat so loudly he was sure she could hear it, and his blood flowed heavily in his veins.
Her nipples were hard, poking into his chest. He tightened his grip, holding her to him as he looked into her eyes. They weren’t lost or lonely right now, and if he had one goal it was to make her forget whatever her pain was.
“You got me, Hemi,” she said, rubbing her fingers over his light stubble and then higher, tracing the birthmark around his eye.
She made him proud of the mark, though there were times growing up when he’d wished he didn’t have it.
“Do I?” he asked. “I think I might be able to hold you for this moment, but I’m far from catching you, Jess.”
“Jess? I don’t believe I gave you permission to call me that,” she said.
“Lady, we’re nearly naked in a lake together. I’m pretty sure you’ve given me permission,” he said.
“For what?” she asked, her tone challenging.
What was going on in that head of hers? She’d said earlier that she was lonely, admitted to what he had already guessed, but now she didn’t seem lonely. It was as if being in the lake had grounded her.
The way that he felt when he was in zero-g, even in the simulator. It made everything clearer when he couldn’t control even the simplest things. Was it the same for her?
“Another kiss. That’s the only thing I want from you right now,” he said. Her lips were full and wet from the lake and the water.
“One more kiss?” she asked. “I doubt that will satisfy either of us.”
“Agreed,” he said. “But it’s a start.”
She spread her fingers against the side of his face and ran her hand over his scalp until she held the back of his head. She drew him forward and then scissored her legs to lift herself out of the water. Their lips met and an arch of pure electricity flashed between them.
His cock hardened further and nudged her thighs. His arm around her waist tightened, and for a second, he stopped treading water.
Then he tucked her against his side, lifted his mouth from hers and side-stroked them both to shallower water where he could put his feet down on the muddy bottom of the lake. The water came up to her shoulders.
Safe.
They were as safe as he could make them in this moment. Her strong legs slipped around his and he felt like he’d found something in Jessie that he hadn’t been aware he’d been searching
