“No, don’t lift me.” Lily belatedly struggled against his firm hold. Heedless to her pleas, he splashed through the water, heading for the bank and paying no regard to her strangled protests. “You’ll hurt your back. I’m too heavy. You can’t have sex with a sore back.” She paused to take a breath. “Well, you could but it would hurt.” “Let me worry about my sexual activities.” Oh, my stars! Burble alert. She buttoned her lips to a prim line and tried to ignore the silent laughter vibrating through his chest. Alex clutched her a little tighter and halted her uneasy wriggling. But Lily couldn’t help tensing in preparation for a spill to the ground. He couldn’t carry her all the way to the blanket—not without doing himself an injury. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Alex said, as if that explained everything. “Not before I check to make sure you’re okay. I mean if you’re hurt, I’ll have to drive.” A teasing grin flirted with his lips. Lily’s mouth went dry.
