The heat had been getting to you all day. 90 degrees in December was not normal. And you didn’t have a pool to cool off in. So, that was how you’d ended up sneaking into Rafe’s pool. It was most definitely an insane idea, but you were certain he wasn’t home tonight, and the heat was enough to drive you crazy. You needed to cool off.

Floating on your back, you gazed up at the stars, the pool was refreshingly cool and you were starting to think this was actually a good idea. And then you saw lights flick on inside the house.

“Shit!” You panicked, looking around the yard, trying to decide what to do. You heard the glass door slide open and you submerged yourself under the water, hiding under the diving board. It was a bad hiding spot. You wanted to smack yourself as you looked up and saw Rafe peering down at you. With a sigh, you broke through to the surface.

“Pool hopping?” Rafe asked, his voice full of amusement. He couldn’t deny that he was happy to see you. You were here, in his pool, wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination.

“Sorry” you duck your head in embarrassment.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Princess” he brushes off your apology, eyes still roaming over your body hungrily. He yanks his t-shirt over his head and dives into the pool, breaking the surface right next to you. His hands rest on the pool wall, on either side of your head, crowding you against the wall.

A gasp escapes your lips as he presses you back against the pool wall. His eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You find your own drawn to his lips, wondering how it would feel if he closed the distance between the two of you and pressed those damn kissable lips against yours.

His hand moves, tilting your chin so that you’re forced to look into those intense, blue eyes of his. They were drawing you in, making you forget everything but the overwhelming need you felt to be kissed by him.