But his smile turned wicked, and before I could prepare for it, he pressed his foot down so the board swung down and then up. Not hard enough to toss me, but enough that I had to crouch down and cling to the sides.
There it was, that playfulness I loved. I shrieked with laughter. “You’re a devil, Mitchell.”
“I love it when your accent comes out, Firecracker.”
If only Cher could see me now.
Actually, scratch that. I didn’t want anyone seeing me now. Anyone except the man walking toward me on the diving board, his briefs stretched taut.
Mitchell didn’t miss a beat. He saw me looking. “You want this, Winona?” He put his hand in his shorts and in one quick movement, withdrew his cock. “I seem to remember hearing you say you wanted to wrap those pretty lips around it.”
My stomach swooped at the glorious sight of him—and his dirty words. For a moment, all I could do was stare at his thick, veiny length. At the way his balls clenched against its base. A new wetness grew between my legs, and I slid both hands into my underwear, one of them finding my clit like I had by the sink.
He let out a grunt. “Good girl,” he said, drawing a hand up his cock, stroking it once, twice, three long and languid times. “Get yourself ready for me.”
I worked my hand faster, waves of pleasure already building, knowing I was making him that hard. Knowing the glistening tip was because of me. Remembering how he’d sucked my fingers only a few minutes ago.
But he wasn’t going to win this round. I withdrew my hand. I hooked my thumbs in my waistband, pulling the thin fabric down and letting it drop to my feet. Even in the low light I could see his pupils dilate. “Fuck, Winona.” He gave his cock another stroke. Took another step toward me.
I was naked again, and he had the same reaction as last time. A visible unravelling as he ran me over with his gaze.
I stepped back.But I felt a hard line against my heels. I’d reached the edge of the board.
Mitchell took another step forward. “Nowhere to go, Firecracker.” His voice was nothing but a gravelly rasp now.
I peered over my shoulder. “Sure, there is.” Then I turned, bending over so he could get a glimpse of my little bunny tail.
“Fuck,” he said. But then he realized what I was doing.
I lifted my arms up high, forming a point.
He froze. “Don’t do it.”
“Don’t do what?” I asked innocently. But I was no innocent bunny. Or at least, I knew how to outsmart a wolf. I shoved down hard with my feet, bouncing the board so I knew he stumbled behind me.
“Winona,” he warned as I bounced again. But I heard it. The smile in his voice. The fierce attention of his gaze.
“Catch me if you can, Mitchell.” Then I leapt from the board, swanning smoothly into the water.
CHAPTER 27
Poolside
MITCHELL
Ididn’t fall in. I lowered to a crouch, gripping the edge of the board as the first drops of rain hit my back. Winona swam to the midway point of the pool, where the bottom rose up and she could touch. Then she turned and looked at me through a rapidly growing haze of water droplets on the surface.
Fuck, this woman. I laughed. The sound still felt foreign in my ears. But good.
So fucking good.
For a moment I allowed myself to indulge in the anticipation. I crouched, watching her bob in the water, her gorgeous body fully concealed.
“You just going to stay up there?” she called over the rain, which had grown heavy fast. “Or are you going to come down here and fuck my brains out?”
Fuck.
I stood, backing up to the beginning of the board, as if I was going to come down and walk around on foot. I saw her trying to calculate my movements.
