Cannon, hoping the disappointment she felt wouldn’t show. To her delight, he looked as unhappy about it as she did.
* * *
Margie almost turned around and ran when she and Jan got down to the beach. Cannon was waiting for her. He was sensual with all his clothes on, but in a pair of white trunks, he was devastating enough to make her breath catch in her throat.
She was so engrossed in looking at him that she didn’t even see Andy come up behind them and lead Jan off into the water. Her eyes were riveted to Cannon. He was bronzed all over, like a painted Greek statue. His chest was matted with curling black hair that arrowed down into his trunks, and his powerful legs were equally sprinkled with black hair. He was the most deliciously masculine man she’d ever seen in a bathing suit, and her hands tingled at the mere thought of touching him.
Sensing that intense scrutiny, he turned his head and looked at her, a cigarette held absently between his fingers. All the mockery, all the antagonism was gone. There was something new in his dark eyes, and Margie felt her knees go weak as she felt the impact of his gaze.
He moved toward her, his eyes going boldly over her low-cut black and white maillot. His gaze returned pointedly to the small curves of her breasts, revealed by the low v-neck of the top.
He threw away the cigarette and his hands moved to her waist, measuring it as he looked down at her.
“I want to be alone with you,” he said quietly.
She managed a teasing smile. “Do you suppose they’d go away if we offered them a quarter apiece?”
He chuckled softly. “Shall we try?”
Her eyes softened as they met his and she felt her body go warm all over at his proximity. “It’s happening so fast….” she whispered absently.
“I know.” He bent suddenly, lifting her and turning toward the surf. “I hope you can swim,” he murmured.
“Like a fish, Mr. Van Dyne.” She laughed, clinging to his neck, loving the feel of his hard body against her breasts.
He looked down at her, cocking one eyebrow. “In the nude?” he asked.
She felt the warmth rise in her cheeks. “Actually,” she confessed, “I’ve never done that.”
He searched her eyes for a long time. “Would you like to?” he asked deeply. “With me?”
She could hardly breathe. She couldn’t break the hold his eyes had on hers, and she was only aware of being in the water when it came up over her breasts, chilling her all at once.
She clung to him, and he laughed at her efforts to stay above water.
“I won’t let you drown,” he chided. “Just relax. It’s not even all that cold.”
“It is so,” she argued, laughing back at him.
“Oh, I’ll keep you warm, if that’s your only complaint,” he murmured, letting her slide out of his arms. He drew her against him, wrapping her tightly against his body as his legs tangled with hers.
“We’ll sink,” she whispered, feeling his breath on her lips.
“What a lovely idea,” he murmured, glancing over at Jan and Andy, who were playing in the water. “They can’t see us kiss if we do it under water, can they?” he asked.
Her lips parted, and she throbbed all over, wanting it.
“Oh, God, come here,” he groaned, catching her hair to bring her face toward his. “Hold your breath, darling…” he whispered just as his mouth took hers.
They went under together, her mouth locked on his, his hands on her buttocks, pressing her hips against him until she cried out in a soundless moan. Her fingers found the rough hair on his chest, and she clung to him, loving the feel of his body under her palms. She was drowning, out of air, and it didn’t matter, because she wanted him enough to die of it.
They broke the surface together, gasping for air, breathless from lack of oxygen and desire. He took her hand firmly and led her back to the shore.
“Making love under water has its hazards,” he explained with a rueful grin, stretching himself out on the sand and pulling her
* * *
Margie almost turned around and ran when she and Jan got down to the beach. Cannon was waiting for her. He was sensual with all his clothes on, but in a pair of white trunks, he was devastating enough to make her breath catch in her throat.
She was so engrossed in looking at him that she didn’t even see Andy come up behind them and lead Jan off into the water. Her eyes were riveted to Cannon. He was bronzed all over, like a painted Greek statue. His chest was matted with curling black hair that arrowed down into his trunks, and his powerful legs were equally sprinkled with black hair. He was the most deliciously masculine man she’d ever seen in a bathing suit, and her hands tingled at the mere thought of touching him.
Sensing that intense scrutiny, he turned his head and looked at her, a cigarette held absently between his fingers. All the mockery, all the antagonism was gone. There was something new in his dark eyes, and Margie felt her knees go weak as she felt the impact of his gaze.
He moved toward her, his eyes going boldly over her low-cut black and white maillot. His gaze returned pointedly to the small curves of her breasts, revealed by the low v-neck of the top.
He threw away the cigarette and his hands moved to her waist, measuring it as he looked down at her.
“I want to be alone with you,” he said quietly.
She managed a teasing smile. “Do you suppose they’d go away if we offered them a quarter apiece?”
He chuckled softly. “Shall we try?”
Her eyes softened as they met his and she felt her body go warm all over at his proximity. “It’s happening so fast….” she whispered absently.
“I know.” He bent suddenly, lifting her and turning toward the surf. “I hope you can swim,” he murmured.
“Like a fish, Mr. Van Dyne.” She laughed, clinging to his neck, loving the feel of his hard body against her breasts.
He looked down at her, cocking one eyebrow. “In the nude?” he asked.
She felt the warmth rise in her cheeks. “Actually,” she confessed, “I’ve never done that.”
He searched her eyes for a long time. “Would you like to?” he asked deeply. “With me?”
She could hardly breathe. She couldn’t break the hold his eyes had on hers, and she was only aware of being in the water when it came up over her breasts, chilling her all at once.
She clung to him, and he laughed at her efforts to stay above water.
“I won’t let you drown,” he chided. “Just relax. It’s not even all that cold.”
“It is so,” she argued, laughing back at him.
“Oh, I’ll keep you warm, if that’s your only complaint,” he murmured, letting her slide out of his arms. He drew her against him, wrapping her tightly against his body as his legs tangled with hers.
“We’ll sink,” she whispered, feeling his breath on her lips.
“What a lovely idea,” he murmured, glancing over at Jan and Andy, who were playing in the water. “They can’t see us kiss if we do it under water, can they?” he asked.
Her lips parted, and she throbbed all over, wanting it.
“Oh, God, come here,” he groaned, catching her hair to bring her face toward his. “Hold your breath, darling…” he whispered just as his mouth took hers.
They went under together, her mouth locked on his, his hands on her buttocks, pressing her hips against him until she cried out in a soundless moan. Her fingers found the rough hair on his chest, and she clung to him, loving the feel of his body under her palms. She was drowning, out of air, and it didn’t matter, because she wanted him enough to die of it.
They broke the surface together, gasping for air, breathless from lack of oxygen and desire. He took her hand firmly and led her back to the shore.
“Making love under water has its hazards,” he explained with a rueful grin, stretching himself out on the sand and pulling her
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