I don’t hide my grin when she follows.
Steam rises from the heated water, curling into the cool fall air. City lights spread out below us, like thousands of tiny stars.
We keep spare suits up here. She changes in the cabana while I strip down and change in the chilly mid-November air.
The water’s almost hot when I dive in. I surface, shake water from my hair, and watch her emerge from the cabana.
She’s wearing a black one-piece that’s cut high on the legs.
Fuck.
She dives in and surfaces next to me. “Race you to the other side.”
“You’ll lose.”
“Not likely.” She takes off.
I follow. She’s fast, but I’m faster. I catch her at the wall and pin her there with my body.
“Told you.”
She’s breathing hard, laughing. “You cheated.”
“How?”
“You’re taller. Longer reach.”
“That’s not cheating. That’s genetics.” I bracket her against the wall with my arms. “Admit I won.”
“Never.”
Her legs wrap around my waist. And then we’re not laughing anymore.
I kiss her. Hard. Her mouth opens, my hands slide down her sides, and I grip her hips. She rolls against me, and I groan into her mouth.
This. This is what’s been building all week. Every stolen kiss. Every touch when no one’s looking.
My fingers find the strap of her suit, and I slide it down her shoulder, then the other. I peel the top down. Her breasts are bare now, slick with water and steam.
I cup one of her breasts, circling her nipple until it hardens, and she arches into my touch.
“Oh, Evan, that feels really good.”
I do it again.
Her hands are in my hair now, pulling and desperate. I slide one hand lower, between her legs and over the fabric of her suit. She’s already worked up.
“Let’s go inside.” I barely get the words out.
We climb out and grab towels. She’s laughing as we run through the rooftop door and down the hallway toward my room.
Water drips behind us, but I don’t care. I barely get the door closed before I’m on her.
Towels drop. We’re in our wetsuits, dripping on the hardwood floor.
I back her toward the bathroom and hit the shower controls. Water streams from multiple heads, already heating.
We strip. Or suits are peeled off and tossed into the corner.
