Page 74 of Fake it For Good
“Oh, it’s one of my favorites too,” he said with excitement.
I turned on the movie. We ate our pizza, drank our cocktails, and just had a perfect evening. Once the movie was over, he looked over at me. I knew the look after spending just a short amount of time with him. He was horny. So was I.
“Let’s go swimming.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Let’s go skinny dipping,” he said again with his eyes dancing with mischief.
“It’s like thirty degrees outside! Are you crazy?”
“My pool is heated,” he said.
“Do you plan on heating the outside, too?”
“That’s the fun of it,” he said, grinning. “It gives you the full skinny-dipping experience. We strip here and then run like hell to the pool.”
“This sounds like a really bad idea,” I groaned.
“Have you ever been skinny dipping at night?”
“No.”
He hopped off the couch and grabbed both my hands. “Come on!”
“Are you drunk?” I asked as he pulled me through the house.
“No, you?”
“I am not,” I answered.
“Maybe you should be,” he said, laughing. He pointed to the pool just outside the patio doors. “That’s our goal. My plan is strip here, run like hell, and do a cannonball. What about you?”
“I plan to stand here, watch you strip, and then run like hell before you do a cannonball.”
“Come on,” he said. “If it’s too cold, I promise to get you back in and warm you up in a hurry.”
Good sense told me not to do it. I couldn’t afford to get a cold just before the holidays. I had kids counting on me. But when was I ever going to have this particular chance again? Probably never. That meant I had to take it.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!”
I stripped out of my clothes, getting naked a full thirty seconds faster than he did. My feet hit the concrete and I almost changed my mind. But I was in it now. I couldn’t stop. I hopped across the cement doing my best not to actually touch the icy-cold surface. I didn’t have time to curl up my legs. I jumped in feet first.
The water was warm. It swallowed me up, leaving me feeling weightless. My hair floated out beside me. I felt the ripple from Cane’s entry into the pool. I resurfaced and immediately regretted it. The cold air hit my wet face and shoulders. I sank back down, chin deep into the water. Cane came up with a loud whoop. “Doesn’t that make you feel alive?” he shouted.
“You’re crazy,” I told him. “Absolutely fucking nuts.”
He laughed and swam toward me. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to his naked body. “And I feel so alive! Tell me you don’t feel alive.”
“I’m barely alive,” I said. “I’m going to be a popsicle soon.”
“You feel pretty warm to me,” he murmured against my lips. “Very much alive and soft. There is nothing frozen about this body.”
We kissed, both of us kicking our legs as we did. He pulled me through the water until I felt my toes touch the bottom. I opened my eyes to find his shoulders above the water. “You’re going to freeze,” I told him.
He squatted down to submerge himself. “Better?”
“How often do you do this?” I asked him.
