Page 23 of All of You
It was kind of a dick move. I know that. But it worked. She’s standing at the edge of the water staring at me like I’m her last meal, her hands clamped on her hips. Tight shorts frame toned legs and an ass that I have the sudden, desperate urge to trace my hand over. She twists her head, glances back at the truck.Don’t you dare.
“Come on. You can swim right?” I’m belly button deep in the water. I don’t feel hot or sweaty anymore and it is pure bliss.
She snorts. “Yes. I can swim.”
“Then come in.”
“I don’t have a suit,” she says tilting her chin up slightly.
I lie back and float for a minute but all I can think about is her face, her body, and then my body wants to react, and no one needs a show poking out of the water so I plant myfeet back in the sandy river bottom.
“Delia, come on. Just get in. I won’t touch you. You can swim over there,” I say and point away from me.
“Shut your eyelid curtains,” she says.
I squint because obviously that helps me hear better. “My what?”
“Your eyes! Shut your eyes.”
“That’s not what you said. You said eyelid curtains.” I chuckle because who the hell says that? She’s so weird and I dig it.
“My mom says eyelids are just curtains for your eyes.” She gesticulates wildly. “It’s a whole thing. Ugh. Never mind. Look away.”
I turn around so that I’m not facing her and continue laughing. “Ok. You’re safe,” I yell.
She mumbles something that I can’t make out. I stay facing the opposite bank until I hear her hit the water.All bets are off once you’re in.I spin around. She’s waded up to her thighs.
The water laps at the apex of where those long, toned legs meet and even though she hollers at me, I do not look away. She’s wearing the absolute sexiest cottonunicornpanties and a plain white bra and she looks every ounce as magical as those unicorns covering her crotch pretend to be.
Immediately she dives forward, submerging herself under water. When she pops up she’s only a few feet from me. Her hair’s slicked back and water drips from the end of her hair down her neck, shoulders and cleavage. Delia cocks her head at me and smirks.
“Take a picture or something.” She drops down until she’s submerged to her chin. I force myself to look anywhere but her face.
“Is this so bad?” I ask and lie backward until I’m floating.
Delia paddles her way closer to me, chin in the water, a devilish look in her eye. My body tenses.
“No. You were right. The water is amazing. I didn’t think work would be so hot.”
I let out a groan. “The greenhouse is torture right now.”
I’m still floating on my back, and she’s crouched chin deep in the water next to the side of my head. “What are you doing?” I ask and glance at her.
Suddenly she starts blowing water, full-on motor boating water at my face. “Gross!” I squeeze my eyes shut and plant my feet on the river bottom as laughter peels out of her.
Blindly swinging, I attempt to splash her but when I open my eyes she’s too far away to be splashed. Standing, waving her arms through the water still cackling at me. I dive underwater and swim towards her.
I pop up when I see her legs kicking. Locking my hands together I swing them just barely beneath the surface of the water, creating a giant wave headed for her face. Delia dives down, leaving me frantically looking for where she’s gone.
Hands wrap around my ankles and yank. I lose my balance and start to sink under the water. I suck in a breath before I’m submerged. She swims around me, hair trailing weightless, behind her as she goes and then she plants her hands on my shoulders and pushes herself up and out of the water—andme down.
When I pop up, we’re both sputtering and laughing.
“Didn’t see that coming,” I say.
She floats on her back, her breasts two perfect soft mounds above the waterline. “We both know there’s apparently a lot you don’t see coming.”
I splay my hand across her belly and push, sending her underwater. I want to leave my hand on her bare skin. I want to pull her body to mine until she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
