“TAKE OFFyour clothes.” He kept his voice low, enticing, and very persuasive.
Her eyes widened, and he fought a smile. “We’re in the great outdoors,” she said.
“I noticed that.” He’d steered them away from the party to the smaller pool area on the far side of the main building. “But there’s no one around.”
He suppressed a twinge of guilt. She wanted Michael, and she wouldn’t want him if she knew the truth. Even if she didn’t turn away from his scars, she wanted anonymous. She’d made that very clear their first night.
As Michael, he had the power to make her fantasies come true, and he didn’t intend for Krya to miss out on anything. He might not be the most athletic of lovers, but he could be damn creative. If she wanted sexual adventures, then dammit, that’s exactly what he’d give her. Wild, wicked, erotic adventures. And he intended to have a damn good time doing it.
“Someone might come.”
With a finger hooked under her chin, he tilted her head back, then brushed his lips over hers, supremely satisfied with the way she opened her mouth, inviting his kiss. “That’s certainly my plan,” he said when they broke the kiss.
Her breath hitched. “No… I…uh, meant someone might see us.”
“I know what you meant. But everyone’s at the party. And since this pool’s locked at ten, no one has a reason to come back here.”
She grazed her teeth on her lower lip, and he knew she was intrigued. Good. He wanted her intrigued.
Letting his fingertips graze the top of her ear, he brushed her hair back, then leaned in closer to whisper. “Say yes, sweetheart. Let me make love to you under the stars.”
“There are stars over my cabana, too.” The words were a protest, but the way her eyes darted to the gleaming pool told a different story.
Slowly, he grazed his hand down her hip, over the sexy little skirt she wore. His fingers touched her skin, and he let his hand roam to the inside of her thigh, the hem of her skirt teasing the back of his hand.
“Nice skirt. Very sexy.”
Her breath hitched as she gasped. She tilted her head back, and he trailed kisses down her neck as he slid his hand higher. What he found ripped away his last shred of self-control.
“Oh, man, sweetheart. You’re not wearing panties.”
She swallowed, and he felt the faint movement in her neck against his lips. “I told you I was hoping you’d come.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that.” He stroked her center, thrilled by her slick heat. She moaned, crying out his name until he captured her mouth in a kiss. “You realize you’ve done it now,” he whispered when he pulled his lips away. “Now there’s no way in hell you’re going anywhere else but into that water with me.”
Her hands stroked his back. “That far?”
“Temptress.”
She kissed the tip of his nose, then twirled out of his arms, her skirt flaring and giving him an enticing view. When he caught her eye, she was smiling, her finger crooked.
“Follow me.”
No argument there. He went willingly, a puppy, a slave. The gate was only a few feet tall and easy enough to climb over. On the other side, he eyed the pool, thinking that the cold water was the last thing on earth he needed.
She urged him toward the hot tub, then slipped out of her sandals and stuck her toes in. “It feels wonderful.”
“Get in.”
Without breaking eye contact, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, then peeled off her T-shirt until she was standing naked before him in the moonlight. “Whatever you want.” Her smile was seductive and confident, and he wondered just who was seducing whom.
As he watched, she slipped into the water. “What about you?”
“I’m going to find the controls.” He found the control box mounted on the side of the changing rooms, and he turned the jets on, smiling at her delighted squeal when the calm water began to bubble around her.
He shed his clothes in a hurry, desperate to feel her against him, then joined her in the water, sitting on the built-in bench as his body adjusted to the temperature change. Without invitation, she came to him, and he found her easy comfort with him thrilling. She planted her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him, and his body immediately reacted.
He fought the urge to bury himself deep inside her, to lose himself in her heat. Instead, he lifted her up, swinging her around until she faced the side of the tub and he was behind her. The water bubbled around her waist, and he drew his hand up her delicate back.
