Unguarded Hearts

Chapter 21

Wrenley's POV

We've been out here on the boat now for a couple of hours and have caught about three fish total, including the first one I so badly handled. I realize that the peace of sitting out on the water is most likely what draws Matteo here more than anything. That's why, though this time has been filled with revelations on our past or different parts of ourselves, it's also been spent in serene type of silence. One where we've both been allowed to simply take in the world around us.

We spend a couple of very peaceful hours out here before Matteo suggests that we start paddling back to the surface. It's still light out, but the sun has been making it's descent over to the west side of the sky, slowly transitioning afternoon into evening.

Matteo first tries to paddle with me still on his lap, because according to him he's quite comfortable, but it's just a bit too complicated. Moving away, I check the time on my phone, realizing we still have time for some fun before a not very thought-out surprise is coming. I don't really think Matteo is the type to like surprises, and this particular one does have the chance of making me look like an obsessive stalker. But I had a signal on the boat, and spontaneity kind of won out over thinking it through.

When we arrive to shore and he pulls the boat up, I start to put all the fishing gear by a small table near us. Then when it looks like Matteo's moving to the car to leave, I grab his hand back and start flopping off my shoes. He gives me a 'what are you doing' look, but that quickly changes when I resolve myself of my shirt, followed by my shorts. Now I would say that his look is quite ravenous and his feet are moving very quickly toward me.

I want to make it very apparent that I have a swimsuit on right now and am not just checking off my bucket list item of skinny dipping. However, with the way he's looking my body up and down, you would think otherwise.

"What are you doing," his voice turns a little husky as he goes to grab on to the bottoms of my bikini.

The color red always has a good chance of fading me out but the dark crimson of this suit does not have that issue. It also makes my smaller upper half, well frankly, look quite a bit more perky. That's something Matteo definitely seems to be noticing.

"We're going to have a swim. If you're up for it," I tell him as I pull from his grasp and run into the water. I thought about being seductive while entering, but once my feet touched the cold water I had to run around to get used to the low temperature.

Looking back, Matteo keeps his eyes on me as he starts throwing his shoes off. There's been a couple of times Matteo has looked at me like a predator, this time seems more intense. Watching him slowly unbutton the pretty floral shirt he's wearing is both extremely attractive and torturously slow. He drops it and as he looks at my practically slobbering expression, he smirks and walks forward.

Still with that slow stroll that shows nothing but power and control, he reaches and picks me up in a way a catholic priest might when he's about to baptize you. The hold should have showed me exactly where his mind was going.

"Hmm it doesn't look as if you're swimming yet," he says lowly as he starts to wander into deeper water. For some reason my only thought is about how much of my skin is touching his. How as soon as he grabbed me, the freezing water felt like it heated about a hundred degrees.

Those thoughts are quickly forgotten when he sinks down, taking us both below the still very cold lake. He doesn't hold us under, but just the feeling of my now damp hair, is enough to get me out of the little trance I went into.