Raylan gives me his hand to help me down.

His touch is like an electric jolt. The energy runs up my arm, and I can feel my nipples stiffening. Every step I take seems to make my pussy lips rub together. I’ve never been naked outside before. I’ve never been nude in front of a man like this—a man I’m not supposed to be dating or fucking.

The water is cold, but it doesn’t jolt me nearly as much as Raylan’s skin. I can barely feel the water on my flesh compared to how intensely I feel his eyes roaming over me.

I’ve never seen him look so ferocious. His warmth and humor have all burned away, replaced by an intensity I never would have guessed he possessed.

I sink down into the stream, hoping the cold water will help cool my lust.

Raylan does the same. He splashes the clear water on his face and chest, washing himself clean of sweat. He dunks his head under and shakes the sparkling droplets out of his thick, black hair.

I try not to stare at him. But every movement flexes the muscle on his broad frame. When he turns, I can’t help but stare at his wide back and his tight, round ass cheeks. When he rinses his hair, his biceps bulge like softballs, and I can see the narrow bands of muscle running across his ribs and down his torso.

And then there’s that heavy cock, that swings and hits his thigh with an audible thwap. It doesn’t shrink in the cold water. In fact, when Raylan runs his eyes down my body again, I think it’s swelling with arousal.

I can feel the cool water between my thighs. The flowing stream runs between my pussy lips. No matter how I try to shift to stop the stimulation, it only becomes more intense. I can feel the flush on my pale skin. I know Raylan can see it, too. He can see my rock-hard nipples and my flaming red face.

I tell myself we’re just skinny dipping.

I tell myself that nothing is going to happen.

Raylan is a professional. He’s my bodyguard. That’s all, that’s it. He knows I don’t want anything else . . .

But of course, that’s a fucking lie.

I want him. I want him right now. It’s all over my face. I can’t hide it.

“Are you still dating Dean?” Raylan asks me bluntly. His voice is low and intent. His eyes burn into mine.

“I . . . I . . . ”

That fucking stammering again. I should lie and tell him we’re still together.

Raylan is tempting in a way that terrifies me. I’ve never been so aroused by a man. I’ve never felt this desperate.

I’m used to being pursued. I’m used to having the upper hand.

I have no advantage with Raylan. If I let go right now, if I give in to this desire, I’ll be completely out of control. I’ll be in totally uncharted territory. I don’t understand my desire for him, or how I feel about him as a man. Sometimes he drives me insane. And sometimes I admire him, against my will. None of that is normal for me. None of it is comfortable.