“I was creative.” I stand. “Come on. Let’s hit the hot tub before we melt.”
The hot tub is perfect. Water heated by natural springs, surrounded by rock and glass with a view of the mountains. Snow is falling outside, creating a surreal contrast between the heat and the cold.
I sink in with a groan. “This is the best thing in the entire estate.”
Samantha lowers herself in across from me, and her sigh of contentment makes me smile.
“You were right,” she admits. “I needed this.”
“I’m always right.”
“That’s not even remotely true.”
“Let me have this one.”
She splashes water at me, and I splash back. Within seconds, we’re laughing like kids, water everywhere.
I catch her wrist mid-splash and pull her closer. She doesn’t resist, just lets me draw her through the water until she’s right in front of me.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi.” Her voice is breathless.
I brush wet hair back from her face. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad? I’m devastated.” But I’m grinning. “I’m extremely attractive, and you know it.”
“Your ego is extremely attractive.”
“Same thing.”
She laughs, and I kiss her because I can’t help it.
The kiss is soft at first. Playful. But it deepens quickly, heat building that has nothing to do with the water temperature.
She tastes like chlorine and something sweet I can’t name.
I hook my fingers under the band of her soaked bra and peel it up and off. It lands with a wet slap on the stone edge. She retaliates by yanking my boxers down and flinging them so hard they sail clear through the open glass door and disappear into the snowdrift outside.
We both lose it, laughing like idiots, naked now, water lapping at our waists.
I pull her closer. The buoyancy makes her weightless; every tiny shift of her hips grinds her against me in slow motion. She feels it, and her eyes go dark.
“Kai,” she breathes.
I answer by kissing her again, deeper, and sliding my hands down to cup her ass. She rolls forward experimentally. The resistance of the water turns the movement into something filthy and perfect. We both groan.
She pushes me back until I’m half-sitting on the submerged stone bench, water to my chest. Then she rises up on her knees, reaches between us, and guides me inside her.
The heat of her around me, even in the hot water, is almost too much. She sinks down inch by inch, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked, watching every flicker on my face like she’s memorizing it.
“Jesus, Sam.”
She starts to move with lazy, teasing circles that make the water ripple out from us in perfect rings. I let her set the rhythm, hands resting on her hips, thumbs tracing the dimples above her ass.
“You’re grinning like an idiot,” she says, breathless.
