The hair on my arms stood on end at the husky tone of his voice.
“I want you inside me.”
He slid into me with a groan.
I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious feel of him.
His warm lips touched my shoulder. “You feel so good.”
Pleased at the declaration, I slid my hands down his rock hard body, my nails grazing his tanned skin.
Within minutes we came together and he fell on me, rolling me with him onto our sides. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
It was the second time he had said that, and I admit I liked hearing it. I don’t think I’d ever get enough of him either, but I stopped short of telling him that.
I walked toward the master bath, completely naked. “Care to join me?” I asked over my shoulder, my gaze shifting over his body before entering the bathroom and turning on the shower.
“Sweet Jesus,” I heard him say under his breath as he scrambled off the bed.
With a wide grin on my lips, I stepped into the shower.
* * *
Brax
I was having a really hard time focusing on the world around me, especially since Amanda was easing into the lake, her firm butt highlighted in her black and raspberry pink swimsuit.
Although it was hot outside, the lake was still a bit chilly. She kept glancing back at me with eyes wide. It was our second excursion to the lake. The first had been interrupted by a thunderstorm that had come in from the coast.
Today we’d come out on the Harley, and I’d savored having her hold onto me tight as I maneuvered the winding roads.
Throughout the past week, after spending every day and all but one night with her, I was hooked. Toast. Game over. I had so many thoughts racing in my head, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to share those thoughts with her. I considered her my girlfriend, but she hadn’t said anything to Toby yet. I was giving her the lead, wanting her to be comfortable and at ease with telling her family and friends.
Normally I would talk to Toby about it, and yet how could I? This was his sister we were talking about, a sister who had been treated horribly by her ex. He had laughingly said over pizza the other evening that he might set her up with Marie’s brother. I’d clenched my teeth so tightly together, I think I heard one of them crack.
I had to believe that even if she had the opportunity to date someone else that she would choose not to.
Yet what did I know…unless I just came out and asked her?
I sat back on my elbows, a satisfied grin on my face as I watched the woman who had come storming back into my life take a few more steps into the lake.
“It’s freezing,” she said, looking at me over her shoulder as she took another step into the cold water. “Come in with me.”
Doing as asked, I walked up behind her, slid my arms around her, and held her tight.
With a throaty moan, she rested her head back against my shoulder.
“Are you coming over tonight?” I asked, my heart rate accelerating as she looked up at me with a smile.
“That depends. Are you cooking?”
I kissed the top of her head. “I suppose I could whip something up.”
“You know, a girl could get used to this.” She kissed me, then took a step forward and dove under the water.
My heart missed a beat, and I followed her into the water and caught her around the waist. I was tall enough that the water was still at chest level, but she had to tread water to stay afloat.
I reached out and pulled her to me. Her legs fastened around my waist, her arms around my shoulders.
My hands cupped her butt.
The old couple who had been on the shore were no doubt getting a show, but what they couldn’t see they would have to imagine.
She stared at me for a few long moments, her beautiful blue eyes sliding downward. “How can I resist you?”
With her hair slicked back off her face, her features were much more delicate, almost fragile. My fingers slipped along her jaw then passed over her lips. I could hardly believe that this incredible woman was mine. At eight, I had thought I loved her, but what I felt then was nothing compared to what I felt now. I loved Amanda Hathaway, and I didn’t know how to tell her. Blurting it out didn’t seem like the right thing to do, and saying it right after making love didn’t seem appropriate either. The words caught in my throat, and I hesitated. Everything I was experiencing was new to me. I didn’t know how to say what I felt. Did I put myself out there and take a chance at being rejected?
What if she didn’t respond, or what if she was shocked or even turned off?
All my life I’d had a hard time expressing my emotions, and now when it was most important to say what I felt, I was at a loss as to how to say it. I wanted her with a desperation that scared me.