I barely register his words before he pushes me back, unzipping my jeans and rolling them down. He pulls me upright again, his mouth hovering close enough to steal the breath from my lungs. “Arms up.”
I shiver as my damp t-shirt slides over my head, leaving me in a black lace bra and thong.
His gaze sweeps over me before a rough breath escapes him. “Fuck, Violet. So sexy.”
His hands trace my waist like he’s committing every curve to memory. “Maybe you should leave these on.”
He eases me back until I’m stretched along the pool’s edge, the cool stone beneath me a sharp contrast to the heat in his gaze. Lifting one leg, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of my calf, his lips warm against damp skin. Then, with a slow sweep of his hand, he scoops up water and lets it trickle over me in a teasing line, pausing over my nipples, then lower, letting the stream glide across the lace between my thighs.
“You like this?” he murmurs, a seductive purr at my ear. I nod, biting back a moan. He lifts me back up and curls my legs around his hips, his palm gliding between my thighs, right where I’m aching for more. His touch is teasing, barely there, just enough to make me arch against him.
“Want me to take off your panties?” he goes on, thumb sliding higher, circling my clit in slow, devastating strokes. “Eat your pretty pussy until you scream?”
“God, yes.” A low moan slips free when he presses just right.
“What if I suck your nipples? Would you like that?” He blows a soft breath over one, smirking when I shudder in frustration. “I bet you’d love it if I fucked you, Violet. I bet you’re aching to come for me.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His hard cock glistens in the blue ripples of light. I reach for him, but he catches my wrist, holding it firm. His other hand comes up to my throat, thumb brushing the flutter of my pulse.
“Such a shame,” he muses, his voice rough. “That we’rejustfriends.”
Hell, I knew he wouldn’t let thefriendsthing go. He’s far too possessive for that. The beginnings of an eye roll form—quickly fading when he grabs my waist and spins me around, palms braced against the pool edge.
He nips at my neck, his hand stroking across my midriff.
“This the kind of thing friends do?”
A soft curse escapes him as he rolls my thong down, fingers grazing my ass, teeth scraping my shoulder.
“Answer me, Violet.”
The sheer dominance in his tone has me scrambling for an answer.
“No,” I gasp, trembling as his cock glides between my thighs, brushing my clit with agonizing slowness.
“Shall I stop then?” he taunts, keeping just shy of where I need him most.
“No. Don’t stop,” I plead, tilting my hips back against him.
He nips my jaw, his breath grazing my ear. Hot and smug.
“If we’re not just friends, you’re gonna have to convince me.”
The slick head of his cock nudges right where I want him.
“Right now would be a good time.”
“Mmmmmm, fuck,” I groan as he bends me over, his thumb sliding up to find the opening of my ass, dipping in gently in a way that makes me scream.
“I’m still waiting,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to make me curse him silently.
“God, no.” My voice is ragged, breathless. “We are absolutely, one hundred percentnotfucking friends.” A shaky laugh slips out. “In fact, I might hate you right now.”
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Yeah?”
He loops an arm around my waist, lifting me just enough to slide into me with agonizing slowness.
