I smothered a groan because this was going to be torture, but I knew that when I carried my glass in with hers.
“What happens when the bubbles all go?” I pulled the chair closer, facing the window rather than the bath. I was hard, uncomfortably so, and I wished I’d changed out of my jeans, although then my state would’ve been obvious, again.
“You might prefer the view.” She spoke quietly.
I heard water splash, caught the scent of something that I associated with her, saw her reflection in the window as she sat up, her breasts exposed.
I didn’t turn around when I spoke, not wanted to actually see, not wanting to look into her eyes right now. “What happens if we sleep together?”
“It’ll be either really mind-blowingly good and even better than how we remember the first time, or it’ll be like the weather is now. A damp squid with no electricity.” More water splashed.
“What if it’s good? What happens after?”
“We do it again. And again. And again, and I don’t have a car coming to take me back to London.”
“We have one to Puffin Bay though.”
“I’m sure the driver won’t mind giving us some privacy in the back seat,” she laughed. “I’ve never had sex in a back seat.”
I had, but now wasn’t the right time to talk about that.
“You want to stop pretending when we’re in Puffin Bay?”
“I can’t think of a reason not to, Caleb.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What if it doesn’t work out?”
“What if it does? Or is that the bit that scares you because you’ve still never had a relationship that’s lasted more than three months?”
I turned around then because she was right and wrong at the same time.
“I have. I’ve had a relationship with you for years.” I stood up and undid the buckle on my jeans, then pulled my sweater out, yanking it off and leaving me bare chested. Unless she told me no, I’d be inside her in under five minutes and having her come on my cock two minutes later, and from the look in her eyes as she watched me lose the jeans and my underwear, that wasn’t going to happen.
“I wasn’t sure how you classified a relationship. We’re friends - ”
“Yeah, I’m not sure that’s right, Rave.” I climbed in the bath, my cock hard and prominent, throbbing as it felt her gaze take in its length. “Move up.” I took the end of the bath opposite her, the bubbles dispersing so I could see more of her, her breasts lifted by the water, her nipples hard peaks even though the bath was more than warm. I stretched my legs out either side of hers, aware of her looking at me like I’d looked at her. “Friends don’t have baths together.”
“Is this your way of saying you want us to stop pretending we’re pretending?”
“I didn’t have to pretend anything, Zo. Being your boyfriend isn’t something I ever wanted to pretend to do.”
She shifted closer to me, not even trying to hide how she was looking at my cock. “Then stop pretending and let’s see how this goes.” She pushed her glass against mine softly then took a good drink. “How do you think a kiss will feel now?”
“I don’t think it’s just going to be a kiss, sweetheart.” I took the glass from her hand and put both of them on the floor. We needed both hands for this.
I moved my hands to her hips under the water, guiding her closer, her tits jewelled with the beads of water, her nipples hardening. She came to a seat on my waist, the movement sending some of the water over the rim and onto the floor, but that wasn’t a care for now.
A kiss was more important, a kiss with no one watching us, one that wasn’t for show or to tell Peter Cash that she was taken. Her lips were as soft as I remembered and she tasted of champagne and sugar, her arms coming around my neck and shoulders, her breasts grazing over my chest and her pussy next to my erection.
I had no idea anymore which way was up or what state my world would be in when I came up for air, if I ever did.
The bath water continued to sloppily escape as we moved, hands exploring territory last covered too many years ago. I bent my head low, capturing a nipple between my lips, teasing it slowly, purposefully, just in case this didn’t happen again. I wanted to rush, to scoop her out of the water and throw ourselves onto the mattress so I could bury myself in her, but that would take too few minutes and I needed to savour her this once, just in case.
Her hand grasped at my cock under the water, gently fisting it, the sensation painful with the only promise of relief if I thrusted into her hand.
“Slower.” I murmured the word, putting my hand over hers, changing the pace. “I need to last.”
“We can do it again. And again. And again. It doesn’t have to be just once.” She stole a kiss so I couldn’t reply and ask if that meant it could be forever. I swallowed those words instead. Like my orgasm, they could wait.
