“You two,” she says into my shoulder, voice muffled, “are going to be the death of me.”
The house is finally quiet. Chloe passed out mid-story, one arm flung over her unicorn, curls still damp from her bath. I kiss her forehead and Dahlia does too, and we back out of her room.
“Glass of wine and hot tub?” I ask once we’re in the hall.
“That sounds perfect,” she says.
“Go ahead. I’ll meet you out there with the wine,” I tell her.
We walk down the hall, and she grins at me over her shoulder as she slips her robe off. She tosses it on the couch, and I groan when I see that she only has a thong on.
“Don’t be long,” she says.
“Oh, you can count on that.”
She laughs and walks outside. I can see the glow of the hot tub lights through the glass doors, steam curling up into the cool night air.
I grab the bottle and two glasses so fast. When I step outside, Dahlia has sunk to her shoulders. Her eyes are closed, and her head tips back against the edge. Moonlight shines over her wet skin.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
She opens one eye and gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Thought you’d never get here.”
I pour our wine and hand her a glass, and then strip off my T-shirt and shorts in record time. The water’s almost too hot when I sink in across from her, but it feels perfect after the long day. She scoots forward immediately, straddling my lap before I can even settle. Her thighs bracket mine, slick and warm.
“Hi,” she whispers again, this time against my mouth.
I kiss her back, lazy at first, tasting the faint sweetness of the wine. Her hands slide up my chest, nails dragging just enough to make me groan into her mouth. When she rolls her hips, slow and deliberate, I’m already hard against her.
“I like whatever you’re thinking,” I tell her.
She leans in, lips brushing my ear, and her voice is low and raspy. “Watching you surf out there, dripping wet, shoulders ripped…it does something to me.”
I grip her waist and pull her tighter. “Yeah? Tell me, Doll. You know how I love to hear everything you have to say.”
“I’ve been soaked since the second you stepped out of the water, your eyes finding mine…that smirk on your face like you knew exactly what you were doing to me. Couldn’t stop picturing you pinning me down and fucking me senseless the moment we were alone.”
I drag her down so she feels exactly how hard she’s made me.
“Been fighting this hard-on since you bent over to pick up that board wax,” I growl against her throat. “Knew the second I got the chance I was gonna spread you open right here and fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
She lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a moan when I grind up into her.
“Then do it,” she whispers, voice raw. “Fuck me until I can’t think, Dylan. I want to feel you tomorrow every time I move.”
“Goddamn, Doll. Your words are a gift.”
I don’t waste a second. I dip down to her breast, tongue flicking her nipple until she gasps and arches. Her fingers dig into my hair, holding me there. I slide one hand down and push her thong to the side. She’s slick, hotter than the water around us. Two fingers sink in easy, and she moans loud.
There’s a sound from the baby monitor, and Dahlia and I both freeze, ears alert. Chloe sighs and is quiet again.
I lift her just enough to line up, and she sinks down slow, taking every inch. We both exhale like we’ve been holding our breath for hours. She starts moving, rolling her hips in that way that makes my vision blur at the edges. Water sloshes over the rim with every thrust.
I grip her ass, guide her harder, faster. Her head falls back, throat exposed, and I bite down just below her jaw—gentle but possessive. She clenches around me in response, and I swear under my breath.
My hand slips between us, fingers circling her clit while she rides me. The sight of it—her tits bouncing, water glistening on her skin, the little sounds she’s making—it’s so fucking good.
“Look at me,” I say.
