I grip his arms. ‘Stop it!’
Not that he can hear me; he’s still submerged, and he isn’t stopping either. I drop down, shake my head at him beneath the water, bubbles of protest erupting from my lips, but he’s too busy grinning, his mouth sealed shut.
We burst from the water together and I suck in a breath, thrust the water at him. He shakes it off, his hair sending water everywhere as his hands close around my hips and he’s pulling me to him.
‘Not funny,’ I blurt.
‘It was a little bit funny,’ he murmurs.
My response becomes a quiet squeak as his mouth covers mine and I forget why I’m mad, forget why I was laughing. All I can think is how perfect his mouth feels as he kisses me.
I lift my hands to his cheeks, palm his stubble that looks so out of place on him and comb my fingers back through his hair, clinging to him as he deepens the kiss. His cock nudges between us, hard, needy, teasing out a reciprocal beat in my core.
I moan into his mouth, giddy, high on him, on this. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my body tight against his, teasing out a growl from deep within his throat. He reaches down into the water, palms my arse as he walks us to the pool edge, not once breaking his kiss.
I feel the wall at my back, and he stops, his palm lifting to my breast, cupping, stroking. My nipple pebbles beneath his touch, sending excited little ripples straight to my throbbing clit. He does the same to my other, my legs gripping him to me as I grind against him, my hands still clinging to his hair.
‘I can’t get enough of you.’
His honest declaration has my insides twisting and dancing, a confusing beat of happiness and fear. I don’t want to thrive on such words. I don’t want to need another to make me feel this good. Especially someone like him, a temporary presence in my life, but my legs clench around him tighter, defying my internal struggle.
He urges me up his body, lowers his mouth to the sensitive pulse point beneath my ear, his stubble grazing against my skin, his fingers and thumbs working my breasts harder, more desperate.
‘Yes, God, yes.’ The pleasure, it’s taking away all else and it’s everything I need, everything I want.
His hands slide beneath the shoulder straps of my swimsuit and my clit pangs with the thrill. I lower my arms to pull them free of it and, before I can bury my hands in his hair once more, he’s taking one nipple deep inside his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. I throw my head back, my cry guttural—
Neighbours!
I bite into my lip, thrust my hands through his hair as I stare down at his mouth surrounding me, the rippling water sloshing about us, my body half-naked as he presses me up against the pool wall. I don’t feel the cool night air now; I’m on fire, desperate for him. Hungry. How is it possible to want him so much already?
‘I want to taste you,’ he murmurs over my breast, his eyes lifting to mine, the pool glittering in their darkened depths.
‘You are...’
I arch back, nudging my breast to his mouth, and he shakes his head.
‘Not enough...’
He lifts me from the water and sets me down on the pool edge, his hands lowering to tug my swimsuit down.
It’s me looking to the neighbours’ now, knowing we’re hidden but worrying all the same. This is daring, oh-so-daring...another tick in a box!
He chuckles, calling my eyes back to his.
‘Not so blasé now, are you?’
I smile and lift my behind so he can peel the swimsuit from me. He tosses it aside, moving back in as he pulls me towards him, spreading my legs wide to bring me up against his chest. His eyes burn into my nakedness and I lean back, relishing that look in his eyes.
Nathan was never one for oral sex but Valentine...the way he looks at me, desire tensing up his body, his eyes so dark and ravenous...he is, and he hasn’t...we haven’t...not yet. Anticipation twines deep within my stomach, every extremity alive as the cold air teases at the goosebumps prickling all over my skin.
He strokes his hands along my thighs, his fingers massaging, his intent blazing through his progressive touch. He reaches the apex of my thighs and his gaze lifts to mine, the pad of one thumb sliding up my seam... Oh, God. I grip the pool edge, feel his touch ever so slight against my clit and I clamp down on my lip, breathe through my nose.
He repeats it with his other thumb and I roll into the move. Again and again, he goes deeper each time, until my cheeks flush with heat, my hands claw into the stone, my breath pants, and then he spreads me open with his fingers, his eyes lowering to take in the sight.
He bows his head and, with one long move, flattens his tongue against me, rises up, laving my entirety until the point of his tongue flicks against the clustered nerve-endings of my clit. I buck off the ground with a cry and I have no time to recover as his tongue lashes and lashes, a dizzying dance that has my mouth hanging open, my eyes lost in the sight of him. I lift a hand to his hair, push through it as I cling to him and rock my hips as fiercely as his assault.
I lift my legs, my heels digging into his shoulder blades, my toes curling as the pleasure-filled tension starts to tighten up my limbs; my panting turns vocal, my cries desperate and still his tongue pummels me. There’s no let-up, no chance to draw a full breath and suddenly I’m rolling, the fierce explosion making me scream his name as my entire body rocks with spasms so fierce
