This was supposed to be nothing.
Just drinks. Just a soak. A calm evening. A safe distance.
But that line is gone, steamed away, dissolved the second she stepped into this space and made it feel likeours.
I set my glass on the ledge. Deliberate. My fingers trail beneath the surface until they reach hers. She doesn’t pull away.If anything, she turns her hand, interlacing our fingers like it’s the easiest decision she’s made all night.
“You scare the hell out of me,” I say, throat raw.
She smiles at me, eyes soft but sure. “You’re not the only one.”
The quiet stretches, thick and charged. The kind that makes your chest ache because you know something’s about to break.
And then I move.
I reach for her.
Pull her gently across the space between us until her knees brush my thighs, her breath mingling with mine. She comes without hesitation, her body sliding against mine in the hot water, warm skin meeting warm skin, steam rising between us.
Her hands land on my chest, fingers spread. My heart beats against her palm like it’s trying to speak for me.
“This okay?” I ask, voice rough.
She nods. Her lips barely move. “More than.”
And then I kiss her.
Not gentle. Not hesitant. I crush my mouth to hers like I’ve been starved for years, and she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. Her lips part for me, soft and eager, her tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that makes my whole body ache.
She moans into my mouth, hips shifting over me, and I nearly lose it.
But I want to take my time.
I tear my lips from hers and trail them down her throat, to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I bite softly, then soothe it with my tongue. She gasps, fingers fisting in my hair, pulling me closer.
“You feel so damn good,” I growl against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”
My hands roam, up her back, over the curve of her ass, then around to her front. I find the delicate lace clinging to her breasts and peel it down slowly, reverently.
I lift my gaze. Her eyes are wild, glazed with want, lips swollen.
“You’re a damn dream,” I whisper, cupping her breasts. “And I’m going to make you feel like one.”
I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, then with more pressure, my tongue teasing her until she’s arching into me. Her moans echo off the water, a symphony of need and surrender.
I switch sides, wanting all of her, every gasp, every twitch, every whisper of my name.
“Knox.” she pants, grinding against me now, desperate, slick heat rubbing right over the thick length straining beneath my swim trunks. I resist the urge to rip my shorts off, wanting to draw out the moment. “Shit.”
I grab her hips, anchoring her to me. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”
Her head falls back with a soft moan that almost undoes me, and I kiss a path between her breasts, down her stomach, lingering at her navel as she writhes in my lap. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging harder now, urging me lower.
But I pause, meet her gaze.
“I want to taste you,” I say, voice gravel and heat. “Here. Now. Like this.”
She swallows hard. Nods.
