“I’m starting to think your blood is lying,” he murmured, hands cupping my boobs. I leaned back to give him better access, groaning as his thumbs brushed my nipples. “You have to be Atlantean. The women were said to be the most beautiful of all the world. Curves, and silvery gold hair. Eyes somewhere between silver and the blue of the Atlantic Ocean.”
I moaned again. “Fuck. Asher. Seriously. You’re killing me.”
His fingers slid down and stroked across me, slipping under my thong just as his mouth closed around my nipple. My fingers glided into his hair and I clenched my fists, holding him to me. He slid a finger inside, followed by another, and usually I found it hard to have sex in the shower or bath, because the water washed away my natural lubrication. Not this time though.
I was as wet as this damn pool.
He moved to the other breast. “Can’t neglect this one,” he said with a low rumble. I was too far gone to reply as he continued to stroke my body, the pleasure almost overwhelming.
His thumb glided across my clit, and the low swirls in my body, the pleasure drugging my veins, exploded. I cried out as I rode his hands, his mouth on my nipple as he dragged out every last second of pleasure.
When I finally stopped rocking and moaning, he lifted his head and I froze at the deep rich silver that faced me. There was not an ounce of green left in his gaze.
“Asher?” I said somewhat breathlessly. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, his voice a deep, purring rumble. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Despite my recent orgasm, my body was already screaming for more, and I was reaching for him when he stood, gently setting me on my feet.
“What about you?” I said, sliding my gaze across his rock-hard body. The swim shorts did nothing to hide his erection, which was long and hard and completely unsatisfied.
He shook his head. “You said no sex until the third date. I’m an Atlantean of my word.”
I just stared at him, shaking my head. “I’ve changed my mind. That’s a stupid human rule anyway.”
Asher laughed. “Anticipation is half the fun, Maddi. Come on, let’s go and watch some movies while we wait for the guys to return. If we stay here, I’m definitely not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
My legs wobbled as I started to follow him from the pool, the aftereffects of the orgasm still tingling through my body. Asher reached out and grabbed my hand as I stumbled, keeping me upright.
“What if one of them brings someone back here?” I said when we reached the stand. “I’m not really up to dealing with girl drama tonight. Maybe I should just head home.”
Asher shook his head. “Nah, we really don’t bring anyone back here. Especially not chicks. It’s our rule. We have a top-floor apartment in the magic users’ wing for that.”
I ground to a halt, taking him by surprise. “I’m a chick.”
Asher’s heated gaze ran across my bare breasts. My bra was lost somewhere in the pool, and I couldn’t be bothered searching for it. “I noticed.”
“I mean … I’m here, so … your rule?”
“You’re diff—”
“If you say different,” I interrupted, “I’m going to punch you. Don’t separate me out from other women. They’re my people.”
His laughter was starting to become my favorite sound; it was so deep and husky, and it sent shivers down my spine. “I meant different because we’re all pretty sure you’re Atlantean. We just have to figure out how. You’re one of us.”
My lips trembled, and I hoped he thought my eyes were watering because of the pool, and not because of those words. “Okay, then,” I managed to say. “Let’s go watch a movie.”
When we were back in the house, he pointed toward a nearby door. “Bathroom is there. Towels and everything will be inside. I’ll grab you some clothes.”
I didn’t bother to close the door. The shower in here was four times the size of the one I used in the magic users’ dorm. There was a ton of dials and switches, and I eventually figured out how to get the rainfall head working. Warm water washed over me, the wall showerheads massaging my muscles while I used bodywash to clean myself. When I got out, there was a towel and small pile of clothes waiting on the sink for me.
The mirror showed all the makeup caking my face. I used a hand towel to scrape most of the black off. Asher had left me a long-sleeved shirt that smelled like him; it was loose and hung to midthigh. There was also a pair of boxer shorts that I slipped on underneath.
Padding silently out into the living area, I sank onto the couch and waited for Asher to finish his shower as well. My stomach growled; I hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning, too depressed by the thought of missing the dance.
“I ordered some food,” he said, appearing in his stealthy way.
I narrowed my eyes. “Two questions. One: did you just hear my stomach growl? And two: we can order food to our rooms?”
