As we broke through the surface, Lucian's strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he walked out of the water.
"Isla, Isla," he called, his voice low and husky.
I clung to his body, my arms wrapping around his neck as I buried my face in his shoulder. His skin was warm and smooth, and I could feel the muscles in his chest and biceps flexing as he moved.
His chest was broad and well-defined, with a light smattering of hair that tickled my skin. I could feel the ridges of his muscles, the definition of his pectorals and the curve of his shoulders. His biceps were thick and strong, with a subtle definition that spoke to his athleticism.
As he held me close, I felt a sense of safety and security that I hadn't felt in a long time. His body was warm and comforting, and I felt like
