Bachelor's Special by Christine Warner Page B

kind of girl. He had to remember that.
    What the hell had he been thinking? How could he indulge in a little water play and not get turned on?
    Their bodies stilled. He tried to release her and pull away, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in. Her legs surrounded his mid section and she crushed her mouth to his.
    He froze and they sank below the surface, the rush of water swelling around them. He slid his hands around her back, pulling her into his chest. His rough fingers flowed over her soft skin and hundreds of tiny bubbles rose to the surface of the pool when she sighed. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth to mingle with her own. Their bodies swirled beneath the waters, tongues dancing their own dance, the soft skin of her legs rubbing along his lower back. Sensual longing blazed his center, made him ache for what he shouldn’t let happen but was powerless to control.
    Drowning. Drowning in passion and want and need. His foot touched the bottom of the pool and he pushed upward, carrying them toward the surface. As they broke past the barrier of the water, their lips curved into small smiles, but they didn’t break connection.
    “I want you.”
    Did she just say that?

Chapter Nine
    Oh my God, did I say that aloud?
    Jill opened one eyelid. Chet’s eyebrows rose and, judging by the crinkles around his eyes, yep, she’d spoken her thoughts aloud. No getting out of it now. Not that she wanted to. Women could make the first move, be aggressive. Right? Her belly flipped.
    Neither spoke. His hands slid over her backside like she’d been dipped in baby oil. Prickles of heat invaded every pore, then shot to her center. Every time she was within a mile of this guy, she lit on fire. Being submerged in water didn’t douse the flames.
    He’d been right when he pegged her as no wallflower, but come on. Her scorecard, as Mel called it, consisted of a few dalliances in the backseat of an old Lincoln Town Car with her high school boyfriend. They’d shared a few episodes of three-minute-sex before they’d parted ways.
    Then she’d dated an ex-football player who’d shown her what a good time he could have in the bedroom. She had to concentrate to become aroused, usually picturing a hunky movie star in the jock’s place. That didn’t make for hot, crazy sex.
    No concentration needed here.
    Just go with the flow, girl. You’ve hit the jackpot . Although she had limited experience, she got the feeling this thing between them was rare. A good thing.
    But how could she let anything more continue with Chet? He was her boss. If only she’d told Mel in the beginning that the man she intended to fix her up with wasn’t a stranger—at least not in the physical sense. Hell, it was just a kiss. Don’t fool yourself; the touching of your lips to his was a hell of a lot more than the average kiss . Instead she’d allowed Mel to convince her that what she needed to get her mind off her troubles was a fun night out. A date.
    Now here she sat—or in this case, floated…
    Chet’s hands slid along the length of her back. His breath fanned her face and she trembled back to the present. Lust took over, and she didn’t fight it. She sucked in a gulp of air. “Well?”
    “Well what?”
    He actually looked stunned.
    “I said I want you.” She licked her lips. Her pulse soared when his eyes darkened as he followed her movements.
    His grin spread. “I wasn’t sure if I said that or you.”
    “It was so definitely me.”
    “But what about—”
    She pressed her forefinger to his lips. “You said it yourself. We’re both adults, we both feel the attraction. Let’s go with it.”
    With no thought beyond the moment, she pressed against him and grazed his lips. Once, twice, she moved over his mouth in a soft caress before he pulled her in for a tight kiss. Their bodies became one pliant length. So close and so wrapped around each other, even a drop of water would be hard pressed to find its way between them.
    Oh my