‘Sorry.’ I raise my hands up in an apology. ‘I’m only human and you are smoking hot.’
She readjusts her bikini top over her tits, which only draws my attention again. ‘Why are you being nice to me? You’re scaring me.’
‘I’m always nice. You just never take my compliments seriously.’
‘I thought you were teasing me.’ A wariness creeps into her tone.
‘When I’m teasing you, Savannah, you’ll know about it.’
‘I told you, I don’t date.’
‘I know. I heard you loud and clear. Which is why I’m not asking you on a date.’ I bob beside her in the water, fully aware I’m abusing my position as her swimming instructor, but utterly unable to stop myself.
She swallows thickly. ‘What are you asking me, then?’ Her voice is low and sultry, and it cracks with a pent-up need.
‘I’m asking you to fuck me.’
Chapter Ten
SAVANNAH
Ronan’s filthy mouth could be the undoing of me. That and his huge body which is inching towards me like a lion stalking its prey.
‘I don’t fuck,’ I manage to utter.
I don’t, but I’d like to.
For the first time in years, I want nothing more. Abstaining from sex goes against every law of nature in the animal kingdom. We’re here to reproduce. Mate. Further the species. But I’ve already done that and look what happened with the last ‘mate’ I picked. Though even that doesn’t stop the broodiness I sometimes feel for another baby. Mother nature is one powerful bitch.
I spent last night fuming in bed. Replaying the image of Ronan leaving the club with the woman in white. I swear my chest hurt so badly I wanted to rip it open and free the demon haunting me.
‘I’ll do the fucking. You could just lie there and take it.’ A wicked grin lifts Ronan’s lips.
‘How kind of you to offer.’ My dismissive tone isn’t fooling either of us. My nipples are like bullets and I’m sure the waterlevels rose at least an inch with the wetness pooling from between my legs. ‘But one I’ll have to turn down.’
‘We’ll see about that.’ Ronan takes my hands again and arranges my fingers into the cup-like position he demonstrated last week. I’m submerged in water, but I feel like I’m on fire.
He continues the lesson like he didn’t just turn my world upside down.
Like he didn’t just offer me the very thing I’ve been fantasising about since the first time I saw him.
Is that why I’m so sharp with him? Have I been trying to make him hate me because deep down I actually really like him?
His fingers skim my hips as he helps me onto my front, supporting me as I stumble clumsily through the first few strokes. The air is thick with humidity, and it has nothing to do with the pool’s heating system.
How can he act so normally when the chemistry between us is like a ticking nuclear bomb? One which, if we act on, is liable to cause the same level of destruction to my career and maybe even my heart.
‘We’ll get the arms right first, then we’ll worry about the legs.’ His voice is so encouraging, I’d swear he genuinely wants to help me. ‘Fingers tight together. Remember the paddle. Push the water out of your way.’
He walks next to me while I practice. ‘That’s it.’ He nods as my technique improves. ‘Good girl.’
That God damn praise again. I never realised I had a praise kink until a six-foot-something blond Adonis started telling me I was a good girl. Would he tell me I took his dick like a good girl too? My cheeks flush just thinking about it.
‘You okay?’ he checks, his hand reaching to steady my belly at the same time as I tilt my pelvis down and drop to a standing position. His hand lands on the pink Lycratriangle directly between my legs and freezes there. Our eyes lock. Seconds feel like minutes as my clit pulses beneath his palm.
All too soon, he drags it away. ‘I’m so sorry.’ He retracts his hands, crossing them over his chest.
So am I.
