Sid turned to me, humor lighting his eyes. “It is really good.”
I groaned. “Fine. I’ll make spaghetti tomorrow night.”
“We’ll be there. Do I get garlic bread again?” Caden asked.
Sid’s brows lifted as he looked at me. “You made garlic bread?”
I threw up my hands. “Fine, and garlic bread. Again.”
****
“Want to take a swim?” Sid surprised me by asking as we finished dinner.
I’d always been comfortable in my own skin, but there was something about parading in front of Sid in a bikini that made me feel a little bit shy. “Um, sure,” I agreed, somewhat reluctantly.
He cocked his head to the side. He’d sensed my hesitation, and I could see him debating whether or not to address it.
“I’ll meet you out there,” I said abruptly, before he could say anything. I brought my plate to the sink and headed to my room to change.
“The black one, you think?” I asked Trixie as she sat on my bed watching me. Sid’s stuff was still upstairs, and I appreciated the few minutes to collect myself. We’d spent nearly every moment together and the sexual tension between us had been like a slow burn all day. I felt wound up and yet exhausted at the same time. “Maybe the white one?” I deliberated, holding them both up for inspection.
When I’d packed my suits I hadn’t anticipated having company—especially not the Sid kind of company.
I padded outside with a towel wrapped firmly around me. Sid was already in the pool, watching my approach with blatant interest.
With more confidence than I actually felt, I dropped the towel. The black bikini Trixie hadn’t helped pick out left little to the imagination.
“Fuck.” He groaned, his gaze hooded as he licked his lips. “Come here.”
His guttural command sent a thrill through me as I stepped into the surprisingly warm water. I moved down to the second step, the water lapping at my knees.
In two short strokes, he was below me, clasping my waist and pulling me all the way in.
I shrieked, wrapping my arms around his neck. His face was inches from mine, his look so intent it stopped me short. “I was coming in,” I protested with a small smile.
“Not fast enough.” He shook his head before taking my mouth in a searing kiss. His large hands clasped the backs of my thighs, hoisting me so that I wrapped my legs around his waist. The feel of his erection against my core had me gasping, desperate for more. His tongue licked into my mouth, taking what he wanted without hesitation or apology.
I rolled my hips, shocked that I was so close already. It had always been relatively hard for me to get there, but with Sid, it felt like all he had to do was look at me.
His hand moved between us, slipping inside my bikini bottoms.
“Please,” I whimpered when his fingers began a teasing stroke. “I’m so close,” I breathed.
“Love the way you light up for me, babe,” he growled. “Like a living spark.”
“Only with you,” I admitted on a groan. “Oh, God, Sid.” I threw my head back as my orgasm washed over me.
He held me tightly as I shuddered in his arms. I lifted my head to look in his eyes. “I want to taste you. Please, Sid, I have to,” I added, licking my lips. My hands went to his swim trunks, pulling them low as I clasped him firmly in my hand. He was hard and thick and I was starving for him. “Sit on the edge,” I commanded, gesturing to the side of the pool.
Relieved when he did as I asked, I moved in between his legs, taking a long delicious lick before pulling him deep.
His deep groans spurred me on as I took him with a fervor that was new to me. “Sam, baby, I’m gonna come.” He groaned, trying to pull back.
I looked up at him and pulled him deeper in response, taking everything he had with relish.
After one last leisurely lick, I pulled away with a mischievous smile.
“Holy hell,” he panted, his chest heaving and gaze hooded. He slipped back into the water, taking me in his arms. We stood that way for many long moments as I listened to the pounding of his heart begin to slow.
