London's Wicked Affair by Anabelle Bryant

Author:Anabelle Bryant
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Bloody hell and blazes. What devil prompted his agreement to this torture? Shouldn’t cold water decimate his arousal? Instead, the sight of Amelia’s erect nipples visible through the flimsy cotton of her chemise caused his cock to tighten and strain inside his smalls, no matter the temperature of the lake.

He needn’t lie. He was lost as soon as he spied her wading at the water’s edge, as mystical as a wood sprite. He’d watched her from afar, an enchantress in the violet dawn, her dark hair and green eyes all lovely, wild beauty, and he’d grown hard as stone.

Now as he steeled himself to her touch, the effort proved useless. Cold water did nothing to soothe his condition, and the tentative stroke of her fingers combined with the trusting clasp of her palms against his shoulders made him ache with misplaced desire. How he would teach her to swim and also maintain dignity confounded him.

And she spoke the truth. They needed to return to shallow depths so he could instruct her on proper form, but his own foolishness had taken control, wanting to hold her close and simultaneously conceal her delicious body, all softness and curves beneath the flimsy cotton garment. He could only imagine how she’d appear now, the fabric, wet and transparent, outlining her full breasts, the tips rosy pink and hardened beneath the sheer veil. Lust-filled images of Amelia rising from the lake, nude as a goddess, inviting him to taste, touch, indulge, bombarded his mind and demanded attention. He swallowed hard and pulled his body farther from hers, his current problem increasing with each passing breath.

Amelia fluttered forward, anxious in the deep water, and misreading his movement as abandonment. He needed to begin the lesson. Now. Before his body imploded.

“Have you mastered floating?”

She startled at his sudden question. Then she tilted her head, offering a flick of emerald-eyed torture, though she did not answer.

“On your back? As a child? Were you able to relax and float atop the water’s surface?” He blew out a breath and mustered a tolerant grimace. Conversation eased the ache of his arousal and he willed his body into compliance. What would he do when he needed to exit the lake if he could not control his absurd reaction, as raw as a boy fresh from boarding school?

“No. Never.” She shook her head in the negative and a few rebellious curls fell across her brow.

He watched as she struggled with the circumstances, unwilling to release his shoulders to clear her line of vision. She tossed her head twice, and a third curl joined the others. He fought amusement. In no hurry, he lifted his hand from the lake and shook free the dripping water, before he gathered the silken curls in his fingers and tucked them neatly behind her right ear. His hand paused, his palm pressed against her cheek as their eyes locked. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something and he was struck with the impulse to lean in to her lush mouth, lick her lips, taste her tongue.

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