Biting my lip, I nodded.It felt dumb to be so affected by his obvious approval, and yet the knowledge that I’d earned it was enough to swell me with contentment.
“Then I guess you get your drink,” Kai agreed.There was a pleased expression on his face as he said it, like I’d just given him some sort of gift without realizing or intending to.
“How about I get the drink and then join you in there,” I called back, over my shoulder, as I walked back to the kitchen.
Kai laughed as he followed me.“Are you sure you don’t just want to watch me getting undressed?”
I chuckled as I pulled open the fridge door and extracted a half-full bottle of wine.The sound of it glugging into a glass made my mouth water.
“You caught me,” I confessed, very aware that there was no contrition in my tone whatsoever.A fact that I knew wouldn’t be lost on Kai, either.
He didn’t seem to mind.Simply stood there in the middle of the room, sporting that same smile, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
I leaned back against the countertop, wineglass in one hand, the other arm folded across my chest.Watched as his shirt began to gape open, his fingers making their slow but steadfast way down to his waist.
I’d seen it before, of course; spent no shortage of time over the past day or two touching it.Still, the sight of his smooth, tanned skin was mesmerizing all the same.Kai pushed the sleeves down, bare torso golden in the halogens.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I prompted, aware of the burr that had crept into my voice.Took another sip of wine, as his fingers deftly tugged at the button on his shorts.
I realized I was holding my breath as he pulled down the zipper and then eased them over his hips.The shorts puddling around his ankles, soon to be kicked away.The expression on his face told me he knew the affect he was having on me.
Not that I could really be blamed.A turquoise blue suit hung low on his hips, fabric teasingly loose at the front where he pushed against it.Not as brief as the trunks I’d seen him in, sure, but the artful folds left it feeling equally revealing.
“You like?”Kai asked, after the silence had ticked by for a few moments.
I nodded.
“Lost for words?”he teased, with a chuckle.
I smirked at him, my eyes conspicuously running across his body.It felt liberating to be able to so obviously examine each inch of him.
“Just taking it all in,” I explained.
He nodded, knowingly.“Should I keep standing here, or am I allowed to swim?”
Snorting, I gestured at the pool with my glass.“Sure, go.I wanted to see you wet, anyway.”
The look he gave me could’ve supplied me with an instant erection, had I not already been rock hard.Then again, the same could be said for the rear view, as he turned and - his ass just barely covered by the taut blue nylon - walked out through the patio doors.A clean, compact dive, and he was out of sight.
I took the deep breath it seemed like I’d been putting off for an hour, then drained my glass.Considered, very seriously, refilling it again; the competing thought of Kai waiting for me was sufficient distraction.Just.
Setting down the glass, I hit the dimmer switch on the wall to lower the kitchen into shadows.Walked out to the deck, to find he was already swimming lengths.
I wondered if he’d stop; was quietly happy when he didn’t.As I watched him, his legs and arms a graceful flow of motions, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them off.Lowering myself to the pool’s edge, I let my lower legs dangle into the water.
Twenty, maybe twenty-five laps later, Kai surfaced in front of me.Grinned, brushing wet hair from his face; I smiled back at him.
“Are you coming in?”he asked.
I shook my head.“Happy watching, for the moment.”
Kai paddled closer.Automatically I spread my legs, to allow him to drift in-between them.
“Liking what you see?”
I stuck out my tongue at him.“Sounds like somebody is fishing for complements.”
He gave my crotch, the thickness of my erection trapped inside my briefs, a pointed look.
