He stops beside me. “Don’t tell me you’re not liking this.”
“Why are you so insistent on me swimming?”
He swims up to me as my back moves against the tile. His hand grips my thigh and pulls my leg to hook around his waist as he supports me. “Why are you still hiding? You surpassed all your competition and won. You looked so happy. Why won’t you even try?”
I admit, “Because it’s pointless. And because I don’t want to. Both sound like good enough reasons to me.”
His fingertip rubs along my neck. “Sounds like a lie to me.”
I really do want to drown him and kiss him all in the same breath as his mouth moves near mine. He presses against me,his rock-hard cock leaving no doubt about what he’s feeling right now. “Tell me what you want, Ivy.”
Right now, I want to feel him. Or I want to feel numb again. But what I tell him is, “You’re the boss, you tell me.”
His body tenses as he utters, “I thought we were past this.” Then he shifts away, my legs dropping from him as he instructs, “More laps it is, Walker.”
“Sure thing, Coach.”
We do a few more laps before I stop and sit on the stairs.
He’s beside me when he asks, “Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
I figure he’s talking about swimming again, but he says, “Your old life before you moved here.”
After thinking about it for a few seconds, I admit the truth. “Just my mom. She would’ve loved this house.”
I sense him looking at me, and I can’t help feeling like he can see right through me. “Are we done swimming yet? I’d really like to move on to the next task of this never-ending day.”
Luca climbs out, and I’m relieved when he says, “Yes, sounds like you need a different workout regimen.”
“Workout? Like actual working out? It’s late.”
“Put on some dry clothes then meet me at my house in fifteen.” He walks away.
I don’t waste time as I wrap the towel around me and head inside. He’s really going to torment me with another physical activity that isn’t sex. Do I want to because he doesn’t? No. Did I want him to take the choice from me? Absolutely not. I just thought he would. Because it fits his barbaric vibe. And maybe after the sin challenge I did get myself off with him in mind. Only because he was everywhere in my psyche after he pulled the best orgasm out of me that I’ve ever had.
Shit. I need a cold shower for sure. So that’s what I do. I head into my bathroom, shower, then pull on a pair of yoga pantsand a sports bra before returning to finish out my ridiculous sentence.
Once I reach his house, I knock before he lets me in. We head down to the gym where he grabs a duffel bag then heads towards the exit.
“I thought we were working out?”
“We are. The gym isn’t that far.”
“But you have one here?”
“I do.” He shifts in front of me, then his hands grab my wrists and pin my arms above my head as he murmurs, “If we stay here, I’ll envision doing this the entire time.” His tongue trails along my neck before his mouth moves to mine, his teeth nip at my lip before he releases me suddenly.
I stand motionless, on fire and wanting more. He’s tormenting me in an entirely new way because the ache between my legs is begging for relief. And why the fuck do I want it to be from him?
After I regain my bearings, I follow him out to his car and he drives to the Warehouse District. The gym is just as surprising as the café.
“Fancy,” I say sarcastically to cover my shock.
“Not good enough for you, Princess?”
“I’m not the pampered prick,” I grumble as I follow him inside and check out the place. The main thing I notice is the temperature. “It’s so hot.”
