"Wow. I had no idea it was done."
"It's not," he says as I turn to him. "Nobody knows about it. Perks of being friends with the receptionist."
The pool glows like something celestial, purple bleeding into cobalt, the surface splintered with shards of moving light.
The reflections dance across the glass bar, the white tiles, my skin—his skin.
In one smooth move, Ben rides his shirt up and flings it away, leaving me speechless when I see his bare chest. He's all golden skin and sinew.
I've said it before—he's agod.
I'll say it again until it's carved into marble, or into me.
Before I wake up from the daze, he starts toward me, only in those black jeans. "What was the other thing you said?"
"What thing?" I play dumb, walking backward. "I don't remember."
Two strides and his arms cage me, fingers confident on the zipper as it whispers down. "Liar. Who likes games here?"
The dress slips down and now I stand here only in red thongs, nipples hard like pebbles, hands down like I'm offering myself.
Ben takes a step back, dragging his eyes over my body.
"Damn... I had an image in my head... not this... not even close... You're perfection, baby."
I bite my lip. If I wasn't already melted open for him, those words would for sure undo me.
He surges closer, clutching my butt like he couldn't wait to do this.
Meanwhile, I stroke him over the jeans, then look down, and damn me, he's so huge that he's about to burst out of that pocket.
We glance at the red lounge bed, then back at each other.
No.
Here.
Like this.
Right where stone meets water.
We sink down on the cool tile, and he prowls over me, kissing and licking a path down my neck, between my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs, breathing on my skin before he slides my thong down and puts them in his back pocket.
His hand pins my thigh wide open, and his head dips between my legs.
"Gorgeous..." he says, eyes locked between my legs.
The first drag of Ben's tongue is deliciously ruthless. He presses it firmly against me, pulling up slowly.
Then he circles my clit, gently scrapes his teeth over it, and sucks it into his mouth.
Holy—his mouth on me is heaven.My legs instantly shake.
He licks me passionately, gliding through my folds like he wants to taste me everywhere.
I don't mean to pull at his hair so hard, but I do, and he makes a raw, approving sound like he wants more of it.
"Soak my face, baby."
