By the time they pulled back up to shore, Maya’s pulse was still racing—and not from the jet ski.
Damien killed the engine with a smooth flick, then twisted slightly to look at her.
“You alright?”
She nodded, trying not to stare at the way his back flexed as he moved.
“I—yeah. That was…”
“Fun?” His voice was low, teasing.
Sinful, she almost said. Instead, she gave a breathless little laugh. “Yeah. Fun.”
He dismounted easily, water sluicing off his legs as he waded to the shore, then turned back and offered his hand.
Maya hesitated a moment before taking it. His fingers curled around hers, strong and warm, sending a fresh jolt of heat through her chest.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, helping her off the jet ski.
“I’m not—” Her protest was cut off as she stepped into the shallow
