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glass door. Luke was indeed outside already and had hopped right into the crystal clear water. The sun was shining bright even though it was only ten in the morning, and when he waded into the shallow end, the sunlight made the water droplets on his skin glisten.
    Oh god , his skin.
    Daniel had been right. He did have tattoos. I wasn’t normally the kind of girl to go after bad boys, nor was I ever really a fan of tattoos, but his looked so perfectly fitting stretched across his ripped muscles.
    Suddenly, I remembered seeing the outline of his nipple ring through his shirt and I wanted to get a closer look. Both at the piercing and his ink.
    I exited the house and walked down the stairs, trying my best to appear casual as I strolled over to the pool house, even though I could feel his eyes on me the entire way there. I grabbed two towels for us and went back out, swallowing hard when I noticed him standing in the shallow end of the pool staring at me.
    I feigned nonchalance as I dropped the towels onto a pair of chairs then made my way to the pool, even though my heart was thudding wildly in my chest. His attention was riveted to me and I couldn’t help thinking that maybe Daniel had been right.
    Maybe he did want me.
    Maybe this was inevitable.
    And even though that thought scared the shit out of me, it also sent a shiver of desire up my spine as I carefully stepped into the pool. Luke was still watching me like a hawk and I wondered if he thought the shiver was from the water, or if he was perceptive enough to know what it was really about.
    Once I was in and standing within six feet of him, it was extremely difficult to keep my eyes from wandering all over his body, but I somehow managed.
    I cleared my throat and asked, “So, you going to show me these swimming skills of yours or what?”
    He nodded and dived beneath the water, swimming effortlessly to the other end before twisting around and pushing off the edge with his feet and coming back to me. It was clear he was an experienced swimmer, and even though I had really just been teasing him, it was quite a sight to see.
    When he popped out of the water close to me, I clapped my hands for him. “Very nice.”
    He ran a hand through his wet hair, smoothing it back and sending water droplets down his neck and shoulder. My eyes tracked their path down to the barbell in his nipple and I caught myself before I licked my lips.
    Sexually, I wasn’t experienced in the least. But I also wasn’t an idiot. Between movies, books, and the endless amount of details I got from Daniel, I had plenty of elaborate fantasies and things I wanted to try.
    The desire to feel like metal bar against my tongue was strong.
    “Jenna.”
    “Hmm?” I hummed, partially lost in my fantasy.
    “Look at me.”
    Snapping out of my daze, I shifted my gaze up to his eyes. They were almost black and the sight made me gasp quietly. We were both so still that when his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, my eyes immediately tracked the movement.
    “This was a bad idea,” he said, his voice pained. “I should go.”
    “What? Why?” I asked, not quite understanding what he meant as he started to wade over to the steps of the pool.
    He turned back and I couldn’t help myself—my gaze travelled down his soaking wet body.
    Way down.
    Down far enough to see the very obvious—and very large—tent in his swimming trunks.
    “Oh,” I said quietly, the sound coming out with a gasp.
    His gaze followed mine and he winced when he realized what I was staring at. He attempted to cover himself with one hand and groaned when his hand landed on the hardness. The sound sent a thrill through my body that went straight to my core.
    “I have to go,” he ground out. “I’m sorry.”
    My initial thought was to call out to stop him, but he moved with such jerky and rapid movements that I knew it would likely do more harm than good to talk to him. After he wrapped the towel around his waist and rushed inside, I