“We made a pact, Kyle. We said we’d do something fun, every day.” Laina smiled impishly at him.
He groaned. “I’m not sure I have the energy for much fun tonight.”
“I have an idea.” Her gaze fixated on the water and then up at the crescent moon. “How about a swim?”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t it a little cold?”
Laina stood and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, her white lace bra barely visible in the sliver of moonlight. “Pool’s heated.” She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, toeing off her shoes and socks.
Kyle’s pulse picked up the pace, the thump, thump of his heart loud in his ears. All his blood was in a terrible rush south. Fuck, he was already hard. He set down his glass. “What happened to keeping things professional?”
The look she shot over her shoulder was heavy with invitation. “As far as I can tell, we are both off the clock.” In nothing but a bra and a stretch of lace, she rounded the pool and dove in, the warm, clear liquid undulating over her muscles. Breaking the surface, she smoothed back her hair with both hands, a siren calling to him in the glow of the underwater lights.
For a moment, he didn’t move, just stared at her from his pool chair, his gaze drifting to the place where the surface of the water lapped over her nipples, clearly visible beneath the wet white lace. His eyelids lowered to half-mast, and his fingers moved to the cuff links of his shirt. He stood and removed his jacket.
“Laina, we’re too old for games.” He had to have her. That wild thing inside him was back, and every instinct in his body was begging him to mount her, to claim her, tomarkher. “I’ve respected your request to maintain a professional distance, despite wanting you every minute you’ve been here. If I dive into that water, it won’t be just to swim. Tell me now if you want me to walk away. I can’t pretend I don’t want you. Not tonight.” Damn, what had happened to his voice? It gritted out of him like the rusty growl of an old engine.
She snaked her arms through the water, blinking up at him. “Come closer. I want to see you.”
Stripping down, he stepped to the edge of the pool, making no attempt to hide the erection that tented his boxer briefs. Her eyes darted to his reflection in the water, then up to the moon behind his head, and back again. Everywhere, it seemed, but at him. “Laina, look at me.” Her eyes finally snapped to his. “Yes or no?”
For some reason, when she smiled, she seemed…relieved, although he couldn’t puzzle out whyshe’dbe feeling that emotion. “Come in,” she said, her voice husky. Now, the relief was all his.
He dug his thumbs into his briefs, pulled them off, and cast them aside. The way she stared at his erection as it jutted toward her left him breathless and buzzing from the electric charge growing between them. He jumped into the shoulder-deep water and waded across the pool toward her. As his fingers found her waist and his thumbs stroked between her navel and bottom rib, his gaze raked over her face and settled on her lips. He pressed her against the side of the pool, the only sound the movement of the water around their bodies and the soft current of his breath. He lowered his face toward hers.
“There’s something you should know about me,” she whispered into his mouth.
“Hmm?”
“I’m strong, really strong. And I like it rough. If something I do hurts you, you have to tell me.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Give it all you’ve got. You won’t hurt me, and I won’t hold back.”
Greedily, his lips crashed down on hers, tongue diving into her mouth. Stroking. Exploring. Staking a claim. She let him in, her hands finding the back of his head, gasping for air as they repositioned to go even deeper.
She hitched a leg over his hip, and he pressed his erection into the thin, wet lace between her thighs. He used the weightlessness of the water to hold her up with one arm and wrap her other leg around him without effort. He thrust into her mouth, showing her with his tongue what he planned to do between her legs next.
Cupping her under her ass, he ground his massive erection against her belly, eliciting a carnal moan. He coasted a hand up her side to squeeze her breast through the wet lace, thumb flicking the nub to a hard peak. His touch traced the material under her arm to the center of her back, where he unclasped her bra and paused from kissing her, panting heavily, to toss it aside.
When she reached for his face again, he caught her wrists in his hands and spread her arms, the angle forcing a subtle arch to her upper back. “You are beautiful.” He lowered his head to suck her nipple into his mouth, rolled it over his tongue, and bit it gently. A guttural sound came from deep within her throat.
“You like that? God, Laina, I’ve wanted to bury myself in you since the first day I saw you. I want to make you scream.” He released her wrists and cupped her breasts with both hands, the water lapping against their skin.
She kissed him wickedly, biting his bottom lip until he groaned. “Then do it.”
It was as if the words popped the cork on the thing inside him. He surged into her, his hands gripping her waist and lifting her until her bottom was perched on the edge of the pool. With one hand, he tore the lace panties right off her, while he lifted her leg over his shoulder with the other. He dove between her legs, licking up her center and sucking her clit.
“Oh…oh…” She leaned on her elbows, tilting her head back.
He didn’t let up. Spearing into her, he lapped and sucked, worshiping her clit with tiny flicks and circles of his tongue. She was a banquet, and he intended to feast. The little sounds she made as he worked her were driving his cock wild. He couldn’t get enough of her slick heat.
In a rush, she clamped her thighs around his ears, and her panting breaths morphed into a howl. Fuck, he’d never heard a woman make a sound like that, like a goddamned wolf. She was still spasming when he leaped from the pool, grabbed her around the waist and carried her to the nearest padded lounge. Tossing her facedown, he hooked his hands into her hips and yanked her ass into the air. She barely had time to grip the edges before he was slamming into her. She said she liked it rough. All he had was rough. Tonight, his edges had edges, and all his instincts told him to grind them down on her.
Her howls turned into a low, lusty growl. He wasn’t going to last long. Already, a tingle was gathering at the base of his spine, and his hips were pounding faster, chasing the orgasm that remained just out of reach. His instincts drove him to bend over her and bite the space between her neck and shoulder.
That did it. She howled as she came again, her inner muscles milking him as his orgasm pumped into her, filling her. He held her with his teeth until there was nothing left in him to give her. Only when he came back down to earth did he realize he’d broken the skin. She panted as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
“You are mine, Laina Flynn,” he said into her ear. “Tell me I don’t have to share you with anyone.”
