Page 59 of A Song for You

“They’re up by the pool,” she replies.

“And it’s heated?” I ask stupidly. It’s a pool on the top of the James building. Of course it’s heated.

She turns back and gives me a fuck off look in answer.

As she opens the door to the deck, the cool air hits me, making me second-guess the wisdom of our plan.

“We could take a shower if you want to get wet, Kitten,” I murmur as I brush the hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. She leans back into me and moans. Sneaking my hands below her suspenders, I squeeze her tits, eliciting another one of those sexy-as-fuck moans of hers. Her sounds drive me crazy. Every one spurs me on until I’m searching her body for other places that will give me hits like the ones I’ve experienced so far.

I drop another kiss to her neck, and she rolls her hips against me. Inhaling deep, I get lost in everything that is Catherine Bouvier. She’s intoxicating.

She takes my momentary stillness as an opportunity to push away from me, spinning, a glint of mischief in her eye. “I wanna swim,” she whispers into the dark sky, gripping her suspenders and pulling on them.

I lick my lips.

She snaps one of the suspenders, and it drops to her hip.

My eyes narrow.

Her fingers move to the second one, and I focus intently on her movements.

Snap. The other one goes down.

She rubs her fingers slowly across the hem of her skirt, teasing me.

“Don’t you want to watch me swim, Jay?” she says in a breathy voice.

My cock jumps.

I lick my lips again and nod.

Ever so slowly, she slides the skirt down her hips, her eyes never leaving mine. With her heels, she kicks the skirt away and stands before me in a black lace thong, a fucking garter belt, knee-high lace stockings, and her white T-shirt.

My cock has never been so hard in my life. It takes a Herculean effort not to pull it out and stroke myself while I watch her undress. I bite my fist as I commit every inch of her to memory. “Fuck, Kitten. I’m—I’m losing my goddamn mind right now.”

She smiles as she toys with the hem of her shirt, then pulls it off over her head, exposing what no man’s seen before.

The woman is a goddess. Smooth golden skin, large breasts that spill out of her black bra, curves I ache to touch.

Fuck. This.

“I need to touch you,” I beg, making my way toward her.

She unclips her bra, drops her panties and her stockings to the ground, and jumps into the pool before I have a second to enjoy her gloriously naked body. All I see are long lines cutting through the water as she floats below the surface, lit by the underwater lights. I rush to the edge, undressing as I go. When she surfaces and turns to me with the biggest smile, her body mostly hidden below the surface, I groan.

Glistening and grinning, Cat stands, and finally I get my first glimpse of her perfect nipples. They’re pebbled and dark, her breasts round and buoyant above the water.

I dive in and don’t surface until I’m upon her. When I come up for air, we stare at one another for a long silent moment.

“I really need to touch you,” I rasp, my desperation almost painful.

“Then touch me,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling her naked body against mine. Without thinking, I’ve got my hands on her ass, and I’m hauling her up so her legs are wrapped around me. The water is warm, but even if the pool wasn’t heated, I don’t think I’d notice. Because her breasts are pressed against me and her pussy is bare against my pelvis, her heat soaking into me everywhere we’re connected.

“This is dangerous,” I growl.

In response, she simply shrugs and squeezes me tighter. “I never took you for the type to be afraid of a little pussy cat,” she teases, rubbing herself against me and groaning when she realizes how hard my cock is.

I throw my head back and guffaw into the star-filled sky. This girl.