I stare at her, unsure of how to respond, unsure of what else I could do other than stare at her, trying to talk myself into not leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, into not giving in to the desire pumping through my veins. I’m not drunk, not by a long shot, but I take a sip of my beer and blame my next moves on it.
My hand moves under the water, my head buzzing with my quickened pulse, until it lands on her knee. My thumb moves in rhythmic swipes, her eyes looking through the water to watch the movement.
“Your turn,” she breathes.
“Never have I ever worn inappropriate footwear while out in the woods,” I say with a tip of my lips, and she rolls her eyes.
She laughs, shaking her head. “You always did play it safe,” she whispers.
She holds my eyes as her lithe pink fingertips wrap around the neck of her drink, lifting the dark brown bottle to her lips, then tipping it back and taking a healthy gulp. A drip clings to her lip, and I reach up, swiping at her skin with my thumb and grabbing the liquid before bringing it to my mouth.
“What would not playing it safe look like?” I ask. She’s under the same spell as I am, pupils dilated as she moves to her knees beside me, then shifts over me, moving to straddle my lap. Her ass settles on my knees, leaving a gap at least a foot wide between us, and I resist the urge to settle my hands on her hips.
“Never have I ever wanted to see what Jesse King would do if I kissed him.” The use of my name is a shot fired and a challenge in and of itself, and she takes a long swallow of her drink. Her breathing has gone heavy, breasts rising and falling with each one, and my hands slide to her hips, resting above the lush swell of her ass. A squeak of a sound leaves her, not quite a moan, but close enough to have my cock throbbing in response.
Her hands move to my shoulders, and she leans in, her head dipping down, her lips just an inch from mine before stopping.
“Can’t say I ever thought about kissing myself,” I murmur.
“What about me? You ever think about kissing me?” she asks.
“All the fucking time,” I say.
That’s when I lose the battle.
My chin tips up, closing the gap, and I press my lips to hers, a soft caress that she instantly deepens. One hand on my shoulder shifts to my jaw, lips parting so my tongue can enter. She tastes like hard apple cider, and the vanilla ChapStick she uses, and my fingers dig into her hips. She groans, hips moving, sliding down my thighs until our chests are pressed to each other. I groan asher hot center presses against my cock, and her own little gasp is like music to my fucking ears when she grinds into me. One hand leaves her hip, sliding up to cup her full breast in my hand, the nipple peeking beneath the thin fabric. My lips move, kissing along her neck, and she tips her head to give me better access. My eyes catch on the white ties of her suit.
“Never have I ever wanted to see Hallie Young topless,” I whisper in challenge. Instantly, she reaches behind her neck and finds one of the thin white strands. A gentle tug leaves the cups of her bathing suit above the water, and with the boost from sitting in my lap, they drop to show me one dusty pink nipple. I groan at the look of it, but she reaches behind her back, repeating the process until her top is floating away in the hot tub, leaving her topless.
I don’t play games; instead, I cup a bare breast in one hand and roll a nipple with the other, a gasp leaving her lips. My hips lift, and she shifts back and forth, gently rocking against me in a shallow mockery of what we’ll be doing by the end of the night.
“Never have I ever wanted to hear Hallie moan my name,” I say, then dip my head, my chin touching the water as I wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking deep before she does just that, her breathy voice a sound I categorize to use for all future fantasies until the day I die.
“Jesse,” she moans, and my teeth scratch along her skin, pulling another gasp from her. Her fingers move into my hair, holding me to her as I shift sides, laving her other breast the same way. My hand moves to her knee, sliding up to her thigh with a mind of its own, but then her hand tugs, pulling my head back and forcing me to look at her.
“Are we doing this?” she asks, breathy and panting.
“I sure as fuck hope so,” I say, gripping her thigh tightly. It’s soft, and I want to see what it looks like, my fingers denting this soft, delicate part of her.
She nods in agreement, as if to herself, before continuing. “If we do, I need to know it means nothing,” she whispers. I don’t hesitate when I nod, knowing this is where this would go. We both don’t want to date, so it’s the perfect solution.
This can be nothing but an itch to scratch. Getting it out of my system, then going back to keeping my head down, making sure I make it through raising Emma without completely fucking her up.
That’s what my dazed mind tells me, at least. Common sense and logical thinking are a long-forgotten art at this point.
“I don’t date, and I’m not looking for a relationship,” I confirm.
“Perfect. The wordrelationshipmakes me sneeze.”
I let out a soft laugh at the confirmation of what I already knew. We stay like that for a moment before her hand leaves my hair, trailing down my face, her palm moving to my chin, her soft thumb grazing over my mustache before she licks her lips.
My hand moves up again, my thumb tracing along the line of her bikini bottoms, then over, sliding across her center and pressing where her clit is. She lets out a sharp hiss of mixed pain and pleasure, but when her hips rock toward my hand, I smile. I make a fist, then slide my knuckles up and down the smooth fabric.
“Jesse,” she murmurs, a warning in her tone, but I ignore her, continuing to play as I dip my head, pressing a kiss to her neck, then up, kissing the spot beneath her ears. She has small hoops in her ears today, and I pull them into my mouth. She moans, low and needy, when I do, and I grin into it. My hand keeps moving, grinding over her, her hips shifting to get more before her hand slides beneath the water, tugging at the ties at her hips. My breathing hitches, and I move my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She shifts, keeping at the strings until her bottoms are off, and I have a fully naked Hallie in my lap.
Tentatively, hands shaking as I’ve never touched a woman before, my hand moves, my thumb sliding along her center, and we both groan as I touch her. I glide up to her clit, circling, and she moans loud, my name following in a breathy sound. My cock throbs painfully, but I won’t rush this, no fucking way.
I’ve been waiting far too long.
