Page 131 of The Temporary Fiancée
I tilt my face closer to his, my voice dropping. “Then maybe you should keep kissing me.”
A low laugh rumbles in his chest as his hands slide up into my wet hair. “Yes, ma’am.”
His fingers tangle in the strands as he draws me closer and presses his mouth back against mine. The kiss goes hungrier almost immediately. His tongue slides against mine, his teeth catch at my bottom lip, and his hands start to move. Down my back. Over the dip of my waist. Around the curve of my ass, gripping just hard enough to make my breath catch. He breaks from my mouth to trail slow kisses along my jaw, down my throat, and the warm drag of his lips against my wet skin makes goosebumps spread across my arms.
His hands move up to cup my breasts through the wet fabric of my bikini top, his thumbs working slow circles over my nipples until they’re hard and aching against the cloth. I let out a soft sound I don’t quite catch in time.
“You’re so beautiful, Liv.” His mouth is at my throat now, words pressed against my pulse. “I want to do unspeakable things to you in this pool.”
A breathless laugh escapes me as I tip my head back to give him more room. “That sounds promising.”
The waves crash somewhere beyond the deck, a distant steady sound that makes everything feel hushed and far away. I have his full attention. His eyes keep finding mine betweenkisses, and every time they do, my heart kicks a little harder against my ribs.
“I can’t imagine being anywhere else in the world right now,” I murmur into his hair.
His mouth pauses at my collarbone. “Me either, baby.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and when he hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me, I let my legs wrap around his waist. Our wet chests press together. The slow slide of him moving through the water carries us toward the edge of the pool, but he doesn’t seem in any hurry to get there. He keeps kissing me along the way, his mouth slow and demanding, his hands gripping my thighs.
I rock my hips down against him, just once, just enough to feel how hard he already is through his suit. He groans against my mouth, his grip on my thighs going tight.
“You’re going to kill me, Olivia.”
I smile against his lips, dragging my fingers up into the wet hair at the back of his neck. “You started it.”
His teeth catch at my earlobe, and his voice drops lower against my ear. “I can feel you. Even through the water. Hot enough to scald me.”
“That’s your fault.”
“I know it is.”
His mouth is back on my throat as he carries me the last few feet to the edge of the pool. He nips at my pulse, then lower, his teeth grazing the curve of my shoulder, and my fingers thread into his wet hair to hold him there. By the time he sets me up onto the edge, the warm tile cool against the backs of my thighs, my whole body is humming with want.
He stays in the water, looking up at me, and that single inch of distance he just put between us has my pulse climbing. I’m dripping onto the tile beneath me, my hair soaking the edge ofmy hip, and the air against my wet skin feels like a different temperature now that he’s not pressed against me.
He runs his hands up the outsides of my thighs, slow and possessive, until his thumbs rest at my hips. Then he pushes my knees gently apart.
I bite the inside of my lip, watching him. I expect him to come back to me, to dip his head between my legs or slide his fingers under my bikini. I’m not even hiding how much I want it. I lick my lips, my eyes on his mouth.
But he doesn’t. He reaches up instead and pulls the strings of my bikini top loose, one at my back, one at my neck, and lets the wet fabric slide down my chest. He drops the top onto the tile beside me.
His eyes go straight to my breasts. The cool air hits my nipples and they tighten almost immediately, and the look on his face is so hungry I can feel the answering pulse of it between my legs. He just looks at me for a long beat. Licks his lips. Then his eyes lift back to mine.
He takes a half-step back in the water.
I blink at him, my brain slow to catch up. “What are you doing?”
A slow smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he takes another half-step back. “The view from out here was already incredible. It just got a hell of a lot better.”
“Reed.” My voice comes out a little plaintive, my thighs still spread for him, every part of me still primed for his mouth or his hands. “You’re really not going to come up here?”
“Not yet.” His eyes drag down my body and back up to my face. “I want to see what you do to yourself.”
I scowl at him, half mock-annoyed and half completely, embarrassingly turned on. He’s standing there in waist-deep water, looking up at me like I’m the only thing in the world worth looking at, and the way he gave me an order without softening itis doing something to me I don’t want to admit. He knows it, too. I can see it in his face.
I lift my chin, trying to look more annoyed than I feel. “You’re going to owe me for this.”
“I’m counting on it.” His mouth quirks, his eyes already heating as he watches me consider what to do.
