A genuinely terrified yelp escaped her lips as the ground vanished beneath her.
Her arms flailed wildly in the air, grasping for a handhold that wasn't there.
'Fuck!'
She pitched backward, her body angle tilting dangerously over the open water of the deep end.
Wren changed his stance, planting his feet firmly against the stone. His right arm shot out across the gap between them in a fraction of a second and he caught her.
"Don't fall off…"
His thick arm looped securely around her narrow waist with his grip firm as if he didn't want to let her go.
With a smooth effortless pivot of his powerful torso, Wren hauled her forward, completely halting her downward momentum.
He pulled her flush against his chest before a single drop of water could touch her.
The sudden deceleration knocked the breath completely out of Leah.
She crashed against him.
The soft, delicate curves of her body pressed tightly against the hard wet muscle of his abdomen.
"Hmmm~"
