POV: Olivia
I was the first to jump in, accepting his dare with open defiance. He jumped in right after, pulling me in for a more passionate kiss, dominating and fierce. He was already stripping off his shirt by the time I turned, his chest a sculpted plane of muscle in the moonlight. His slacks followed, discarded in a heap on the deck before he dove in after me. The water churned as he surfaced, his dark hair slicked back, droplets clinging to his lashes. He was on me in an instant, his hands finding my waist under the water, pulling me flush against him. The hard length of his c**k pressed against my stomach, thick and insistent even through the resistance of the water.
“f**k,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You’re going to kill me one of these days, you’ll certainly be t
