You know… with the large windows looking out at the pool.
I was standing in my room, holding a towel to my chest and watching as he climbed out of the pool.
Water cascaded down his chest and abdomen, making need weigh down heavily on my stomach.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Harrison’s head whipped over.
Then he was eye-banging me as much as I was him.
And, heaven help me, I dropped the damn towel.
Harrison’s gaze helplessly moved down my body, and I got to watch his eyes go molten.
Emboldened by his helpless reaction to me, I let my hand drift down my body, teasing over my breast, my belly.
Harrison’s chest heaved. I could practically see his heart beating in his throat.
I slowly walked backward until I hit the bed, then climbed up and scooted back.
Gaze on his, I slipped my hand between my legs.
He leaned against the window, watching me for a long moment.
Then he pushed off and disappeared.
But it was only for a moment.
Then he was there in the doorway, his breath frantic, his hunger palpable.
He paused only for a moment, long enough to wrangle his wet trunks down his legs.
Then his water-cold body was against mine, his hips slotting between mine, his hard length against my aching need.
His lips claimed mine, as hard and hungry as the need pulsing through me.
My legs encircled him.
My hips rose and rocked.
“Harrison, please,” I whimpered, the need growing to a sharp ache.
“I don’t have—”
“I’m clear if you are,” I told him. “And I’m on the Pill.”
I’d never brushed aside protection before. And maybe the intimacy was stupid with someone I was trying not to develop feelings for.
But I was too desperate to care.
And, well, we were married. If ever there was a time when it was okay, it was then.
“I’m clear,” he assured me.
Then he pressed up.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
