“What is it?”
“It’s you. This. All of it. No one ever tried teaching me to swim before.”
“Is it a good thing?”
I smile. “It’s the second-best date I ever had.”
He sits back, his hands still entwined in my hair, eyes uncertain. “What was the best? Just so I know how to beat it.”
I lean in and nuzzle his nose. “Yesterday was the best.”
His pupils blow, swallowing most of the green. “Skimming stones?”
“Not exactly.” I trace a line across his jaw to his earlobe with my tongue, and whisper in his ear, “It was this.” I move down to his neck and nibble his skin. “And this.” Down further to his small erect nipple. I lick the tiny silver hoop through it, liking the way it feels on my tongue.
Romeo pulls away and gently guides me down onto the bed. “My turn.”
I smile. “I thought you said that you were awkward and rough.”
His face floods with heat. “I am. Mostly. Am I doing it wrong?” His eyebrows almost meet in the middle. “Do you want me to be rough?”
There’s panic in his voice and I reach up and cup his face with one hand. “I want you just the way you are.”
“You’ll tell me if I’m too much.”
“Romeo, you could never be too much.”
He nods, fighting the thoughts that have been at home in his head his whole life. You’re too big. Too tall. Too much. When he opens his mouth to protest, I press a finger on his lips.
“You wanted to undress me, remember.”
“How could I forget?” He allows his gaze to roam my breasts, reaching out and stroking my nipple so softly it tickles. “I wanted to touch you earlier. At the beach.”
I swallow hard. I don’t tell him that I’ve been dreaming about him touching me for the last six months. “Why didn’t you?”
“It felt wrong. Not like that. I…” He licks his lips. “I don’t want anyone else to see you naked. Is that selfish?”
“Very.” I move his hand down to the waistband of my sweatpants. “But I’ll let you into a secret. I don’t want anyone else to see me naked either.”
“Why me?” His fingers caress the flesh underneath my waistband, and my panties grow damp.
Because you’re a goddamned sex god. Because every other man on Staten Island pales into insignificance beside you. Because you had me at ice cream.
I settle for, “Because I like you, Romeo.” A whisper. Enough for him to get the message.
He tugs my sweatpants over my hips and tosses them aside, leaving me in my panties. They’re white and lacy. I chose them when I bought the bathing suit earlier with Halle.
“You’re so beautiful.” His expression is serious as his green eyes devour my body.
He leans over me and drags his fingers down my body, starting with my collarbone and lingering between my hips over the mound of my pussy. And for once, I don’t know what to say.
“I want to taste every part of you, Sara.”
He isn’t asking for my permission. He’s simply stating a fact. I raise my hands behind my head so that they touch the headboard and tilt my chin. A hungry sound escapes him.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a ‘where do you want to start?’.”
