Page 42

He came back out in black swim trunks and no shirt. This man’s body. Lord, help me. All that muscle, all those tattoos, and the V-cut disappearing into his waistband. I took a very aggressive sip of my drink.

“You coming in or what?” he asked, sliding into the pool.

I rolled my eyes as I tugged my cover-up off, setting my hat on top of it.

“The water’s warm as hell,” he said, making his way over to me. His eyes roamed over my body as I walked over to the edge.

I sat and slid in, mindful not to get my install wet.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said. “I shouldn’t have come at you like that.”

“It’s whatever,” I said, shrugging. I knew he was being sincere, but I was trying to pack those stupid little feelings of mine away.

“Nah, it’s not.”

“Don’t do it again.” I splashed him in the face.

He blinked and wiped the water off his jaw. “Oh you playing now?”

He reached for me and I squealed, trying to back away. He was faster. His arms hooked around my waist and pulled me against his chest, both of us laughing as I floated against him.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He kissed my forehead. “For what it’s worth—I don’t do this.”

“What? Swim?”

He sucked his teeth. “This, Belle.” He gestured around us. “Have I flown a woman out before? Yeah, but not like this.”

There was a flutter behind my ribs, landing in a place I kept closed on purpose.

So, instead of responding, I kissed him. Words were only going to get me caught up, and my mouth on his was safer than forming sentences. My legs tightened around him as the kiss deepened. He moved us through the water until my back was against the pool wall.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, nipping my ear. His hand moved to the seat of my bathing suit. I moaned as he moved the fabric aside and his fingers grazed my clit.

“Dez—” I gasped as I felt two fingers move inside me. “Let’s—ahh—go inside.”

“Nuh uh, Princess,” he said as he rubbed slow circles around my clit. “Not before you come apart for me first.”

His fingers curled and pressed against my spot while his thumb moved in slow circles over my sensitive bud. My thighs trembled around his waist as my head dropped back against the pool’s edge.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t want to, because it would be too much, but his free hand gripped my jaw and brought my face back to his.

“Belle.”

I opened my eyes to find his locked on mine, dark and hungry as he picked up the pace.

“Fuuuck,” I hissed as his fingers hit a spot that made my whole body jerk.

He kissed me nastily, still holding my face in place.

“There you go,” he murmured as the pressure built low in my belly. “Stop fighting it.”

I cried out, not giving a fuck who heard me, as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

Aftershocks were still rolling through me when he brought his fingers to my mouth. I licked my release off them, his heated gaze never leaving mine.