This is still fine, right?
"Okay, okay," I panted, my hands sliding from Fenric's hair to cup his face. "I surrender. You win. Now... are we actually going to wash, or are you two just going to keep me as a trophy?"
Fenric's hands tightened slightly on my thighs, his gaze darkening as a grin spread on his lips.
"Who says we can't do both?"
My heart did a quiet thud again and I began to feel my face heat up.
There it was again. A gaze that told very much more than his lips did.
He wanted me.
The playfulness in the water shifted as the splashes settled into ripples. Fenric slowly lowered me from his shoulders, but he didn't let me go. Instead, he pulled me against his chest, his hand positioned on my lower back, cupping my butt cheek in the cool water that was trapped between our skin, feeling like a velvet glove.
My heart hammered softly as I got lost in his eyes for a brief moment, reading into every flicker and every glint.
