Love Entwined by Danita Minnis

rivulets running down his chest over sculpted abs and finally over his feet. Everything about him was oversize.
    He walked toward her in black swim trunks and her skin burned crimson as reality confirmed what her dreams had already conveyed; the man was superbly endowed.
    “I see you found your way down.”
    She wrapped her arms around her waist, and managed to stop just short of turning back the way she’d come. “I was watching you swim,” she said unnecessarily.
    He grabbed a towel hanging on a hook. “You look beautiful.”
    “Thank you for the swimsuit.”
    “I should be thanking you.”
    She stood mute, but unfolded her arms.
    He gestured to the shower in the corner. “Why don’t you get wet? It will help you get accustomed to the water.”
    Aware he was watching her while he dried off; she twisted the end of the wrap in her fingers.
    He picked up a bottle of water and sat down, leaning against the tiled wall. He took a long drink before saying, “Of course you could always swim in it.”
    “Of course not.” She took off the wrap and crossed over to the steady stream of water.
    Closing her eyes, she blocked his eyes out of her mind, but still felt them as she turned in a slow circle under the stream sluicing her breasts. She felt his eyes as the water traveled down her waist, glancing off her hips in droplets that danced in puddles over her feet.
    When she turned off the water, she felt much calmer.
    He held out a bottle. “Water?”
    “No, thank you. Do you want to get back in?”
    “Your wish is my command, Beauty.”
    He kept pace with her underwater. In a steady rhythm, he glided next to her. He needn’t have worried; she was a good swimmer.
    They reached the other side and she started back the other way with the butterfly stroke.
    They swam together and met at the deep end, holding on to the side and facing each other.
    She waved her legs in the water, feeling so much better after exercising away her nervous energy. “This is nice.”
    “Where did that come from?”
    “What?”
    “That genuine smile on your face. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen that before.”
    She made a face.
    He grinned. “There is nothing like a few laps in the pool before bed. It helps clear my head.” He followed her line of vision to a beach ball floating nearby.
    Grinning, she swam off in that direction. She held the ball up over her head and took aim.
    He chuckled. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
    Shaking one waterlogged lock of hair out of her face, she asked innocently, “And why is that?” She treaded further away, still brandishing her weapon.
    “I might have to come after you.” He hadn’t finished his sentence before she threw the missile. It was close, but she missed. She looked around for something else to throw.
    “Nothing but pool water left, Beauty.”
    She treaded away. “It didn’t hit you.”
    “Ah, but that was your intention, and now you will pay the price.” He dove underwater.
    She squeaked and started swimming in earnest to the other side of the pool. By the time she saw him swimming underneath her it was too late. He rose up out of the water and grabbed her around the waist. She tried to get away, but weakened by laughter she stopped struggling and leaned against him.
    He took her to the side of the pool and they caught their breath as their legs wove together. The gentle lapping of the water against their bodies broke the silence.
    “Give me a few days’ practice and I’ll be chasing you.” She laughed up into his face, looking forward to it.
    Roman wasn’t laughing. He moved closer and his lips brushed hers.
    Feeling relaxed and exhilarated, she didn’t stop him, but parted her lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, rolling it over hers in long, lazy strokes. She slid gently into bliss as he deepened the kiss.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her nipples hardened against the hair on his chest.
    When he cupped her buttocks and moved against her, a languid