The Lake

THIRTY-THREE

Leigh planned the hot tub, intending it to be a nice, relaxing thing for them both to do. And if they moved on to other things—then so be it.

She figured either way would be great.

But the end result wasn’t working out quite as she’d planned. For one thing, Mace still wore his white T-shirt. And his undershorts.

She reminded herself that it was she who’d pulled him into the tub. Fully clothed. And strangely, it seemed like Mace was in no rush to remove them.

Except his jeans. He’d tugged at them, under water, struggled around, then tossed them onto the decking.

She grinned.

Good thing he’d left his leather jacket and gun holster in the living room.

She turned up the bubbles.

Mace was ready to play.

But, suddenly, she wasn’t.

What is it with me?

Why don’t I want to join in the fun?

Admit it, Leigh. You can’t get Nelson out of your mind.

Okay. He’s gone. But she still couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was partly responsible for his death.

She shuddered.

It had been so horrible, identifying his body this morning…

Thank God that was all over now.

Catching Leigh’s faraway look, Mace frowned. Christ, he thought impatiently, is she still thinking about Nelson?

Or was something else playing on her mind?

Right now, Mace had something on his mind.

And it sure wasn’t Nelson.

“Leigh. You know how I feel about you…”

“Don’t spoil it, Mace. Let’s just enjoy ourselves for now. Save the serious stuff for later, huh? It’s been an emotional time all around, and I think we’re both feeling the pressure. Let’s just relax…”

She slid down into the bubbles till only her head and the tops of her shoulders were visible. She felt Mace’s thighs moving in the water, touching hers.

Steam rose and puffed around them. She fought to stay awake, but her eyelids were drooping. As the bubbles massaged her body, her limbs began to feel heavy.

Her eyes closed all the way.

Mace slipped down, too. Tangling his legs with hers. Under the water, his hand reached out…

She jerked, went taut, pressing her legs together. Waves swelled up over her chin. She swallowed a couple of mouthfuls, and for a moment her face was submerged.

She swooshed to the surface, shaking her head, running fingers through her wet hair. As she struggled around on the seat, her pale skin gleamed in the darkness.

“Mace,” she snapped. “Quit foolin’ around!”

“Ssshhh!” Mace put a finger to his lips. “You’ll wake Deana. Do that, and she might want to join us!”

“MACE!”

Still feeling on edge, Leigh rose from the tub. The turbulent water swished and swirled around her. The cool air chilled her body. She shivered and folded her arms tight across her breasts.

Mace leaned back, admiring her slick form, glowing in the darkness above him. He whistled softly. She looked like da Vinci’s Venus rising from the foam.

“Mmmm. Ms. West. D’you know you have the most desirable body? Stay as you are… I’ll go get my camera.”

She gave an abrupt laugh and Mace stood up, water sluicing his body. He stepped out of the tub.

“Hurry,” she said tersely. She felt impatient, but managed to smile and shudder with cold at the same time.

“Can’t wait, huh?”

He held out his arms. She climbed out of the tub, hesitated a moment, then snuggled into them. Clinging together, they shivered a little in the night air.

Murmuring into her smooth wet hair, he said, “Forget the shots, baby. They can wait. Let’s go get us a drink.”

Pressing into his body, she felt his erection growing, pushing, probing her pubic hair. She leaned up toward him, her open mouth closing on his.

Slipping her hand inside his wet shorts, she found his shaft and curled her fingers around it. Sliding her hand up and down, she felt him growing stronger all the time. Her mood changed. The yearning ache returned.

Taking his hard-on with both hands, she pulled it to her, jabbing it against her opening.

Gasping with longing, she tightened her legs around him, her rim throbbing painfully.

“I want you in me, Mace. In me, now. For godsake, Mace… ”

“No,” he said, holding her hair, pulling her head back and up to meet his face. “No, my angel. Down here first.”

Drawing back, she let go of his erection.

Her heart sank.

Smiling, he lowered his gaze, looking at his shaft, pushing her down till she was on her knees before him. “Some head first, honey,” he said huskily. “Just to get things moving.”

Disappointment sliced through her like a knife.

She wanted him.

In her.

Not this way.

She wanted him to ram deep—like he’d done last night.

She grabbed at him, disappointed, impatient. Holding his shaft with both hands. Feeling it jerk in her grasp.

God, she was desperate.

She needed him.

But if this is what it takes, she thought, then so be it…

She took him in her mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue around his bulk, feeling the ridges, the tight silky skin.

Then gagging as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her, holding her head hard against him.

She broke away, choking, gasping, looking up at him, her eyes bright, wide with shock.

“Mace,” she whispered thickly. “That was too much. I nearly choked on you, there.”

“You loved it, Leigh. You know you loved it.”

“No, Mace. It was too much. Just hold me, will you…” She broke off, her lips trembling, hot tears falling down her cheeks. His bittersweet taste strong in her mouth.