"This is fucking amazing," I sigh as the water reaches my waist. The city lights twinkle below us, and above, the stars are scattered across the night sky like diamonds.
Ramsey doesn't let go of my hands as we wade deeper. "One more thing off your bucket list," he says, his voice soft.
Ramsey lets go of my hands, drifting backward through the water.
I push off, feeling weightless as I glide through the water. The sensation is incredible—warm water against my skin, the night air cool on my face, city lights sparkling below us. I dive under, letting my hair get wet, and come up laughing.
"This is fucking incredible!" I call out, swimming a lazy circle in the middle of the pool.
Ramsey's leaning against the edge now, his arms spread wide along the pool's rim, watching me with this soft smile I rarely see. His hair's getting wet at the ends, and water droplets cling to his shoulders, catching the blue light from below.
I swim a few more laps, feeling free and alive, before circling back toward him. He doesn't move, just tracks me with those intense eyes as I swim closer.
"I can't believe I've never done this before," I say, treading water a few feet from him. "I could swim like this every night."
"Oh yeah?" His voice is low, amused, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Yeah." I swim another circle, just to feel the watersliding over my skin. "Maybe I can convince Reagan and Penn to get an outdoor pool."
Ramsey pushes off the wall, gliding toward me with the grace of a predator. His hands find my waist underwater, and he pulls me to him with one smooth motion. I wrap my legs around his hips instinctively, my arms circling his neck.
"Too bad you weren't a girl," I tease, my fingers playing with the wet hair at the nape of his neck. "I'd ask you to recreate the pool scene in Wild Things with me."
Something dark and hungry flashes in his eyes. "I don't need to be a girl to do that," he growls, his hands tightening on my waist.
Before I can process what's happening, his mouth crashes into mine. This isn't like our previous kisses—this is raw and demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips to claim my mouth. I moan against him, tightening my legs around his waist.
His hands slide down to grip my ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he presses me harder against his growing erection. I can feel him through our swimsuits, thick and hard between my legs.
"Fuck," I gasp when he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck.
"That's the idea," he mutters against my skin, teeth scraping my pulse point.
He walks us backward until I feel the cool edge of the pool against my back. One of his hands leaves my ass to grab the edge, steadying us, while the other slides up my side to cup my breast through the thin bikini top.
"You have any idea how fucking sexy you look in this?" he growls, tugging at the star-covered fabric.
Something in Ramsey snaps, and suddenly he's untying my bikini top with deft fingers. The fabric falls away, leaving my tits exposed to the night air. His eyes darken as he takes me in, water droplets sliding down my skin.
"So fucking perfect," he growls, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The sensation of his hot tongue against my cold, wet skin makes me cry out. I arch into him, grinding my hips against his erection as he sucks and bites at my sensitive flesh. His hand comes up to pinch my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers just hard enough to walk that perfect line between pleasure and pain.
His mouth releases my nipple with an obscene pop. "Turn around," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I untangle my legs from around his waist, turning to face the edge of the pool. My hands grip the stone rim as Ramsey presses his body against my back, his cock nestled against my ass. His hands slide up my sides, then around to cup my tits from behind, kneading the flesh roughly.
"You know what happens in that scene?" he murmurs in my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "They fuck in the pool. Hard and dirty. We won’t be doing that in here, so I hope this is good enough, baby girl."
This was better than I could have imagined, and all I can do is moan as he kisses and sucks my neck. If all he does is this, I’m pretty sure I can orgasm and then die happy.
Chapter 26
Ramsey
I've spent too many fucking nights staring at the ceiling, thinking about her soft skin under my hands, but tonight I'm staring at something else entirely. Her bucket list. The pages lie open on the coffee table, some items crossed off in that loopy handwriting of hers.
One in particular glares at me, but all I can think is if I do it, I’m sealing her fate. I’ll be making a choice, my choice, and I won’t be able to let her go after that.
