"It's true. I've heard a lot of those stories too, but Bethany isn't that kind of girl. She'd probably headbutt anyone who got too close that she didn't invite, right baby?"
Bethany looked up and laughed, turning her gaze on Damon as her smile faded. "Yes, that's right. Uninvited attention isn't what I want at all. I want to finish my degree and get on with my life."
"I'm with Matt. You're far too pretty and intelligent for the old coot not to try." Damon shrugged, seemingly ignoring the conversation that moved silently between them. She wanted him in her bed, but her life was off limits. Not that he would be interested either way, but it would be smart to lay the ground rules for anything that might happen between them from the on-start.
"Yes, well that's enough about me. I'll talk with you guys about my schedule next week if that's okay." Bethany sat back, laying her napkin on the table. "I think I'm going for a swim and then bed. I have a slave driver of a boss and tomorrow is going to be busy from morning to night."
"Why into the night? Did you get too much put on your desk?" Damon's eyebrow lifted, his head tilting slightly as Matt got up and stretched, heading into the kitchen. Kent and Bethany's mother started their own conversation, the tension in Bethany's stomach moving into her chest.
"No, I just have that intern happy hour tomorrow night too. What time do you want me in the morning?" She stood up and picked up her plate, her eyes catching Damon's as he dragged his gaze slowly down her, pausing just below her waist. She moved back from the table and shook her head. "What time?"
"I'd say I want you all morning long, but I have too much on my calendar to truly enjoy you the way you deserve." He spoke plainly, no one seeming to notice. Bethany looked down the table, her mother lost in conversation with her newest obsession.
"Wow. That was bold." Bethany pushed the chair in and walked toward the kitchen.
"That's my style, Beth." Damon's voice followed her as she dropped her stuff in the sink. Surely he would call for her in the morning when he wanted to talk about the audit committee stuff. The nerd in her was more than excited to sit in on such a special project, but the woman that needed affection within her was far more interested in how many ways they could take each other over the course of a four-hour love session.
She walked to her room, avoiding the dining room and Damon altogether. He was nothing but trouble and her curiosity was going to land her bent over the desk not of a professor, but of a cocky accountant.
*
The water was warm, the night sky filled with the brilliance of a million stars. Bethany sunk down into it, her bathing suit a small bikini, her full piece being lost to her last skinny dipping adventure in college. The sound of a car starting brought a mixture of peace and disappointment. Damon must have left, which was a good thing, and yet...
She slipped under the water, her long hair billowing out around her. She twisted, looking up through the blurry liquid to see someone hovering just over the edge of the pool. She pushed against the bottom, moving up and lifting her chin to the sky to force her hair from her face. Wiping her eyes, she opened them in time to see Damon slipping into the water, his bathing suit black and tight.
Oh fuck...
"I thought you left," she whispered, her voice much too sensual for her liking. His smooth chest was lined with muscle, his abs holding all eight curves for perfection. She moved a step back as he sunk into the water, a smile on his lips.
"No, Matthew left. He said to tell you that he would see you Friday." Damon stretched out his strong arms and pushed the water away from him, his body moving back from her. She stood and looked up at the sky, her torso above the water's edge.
"It's beautiful out here."
"I couldn't agree more." The thickness of his voice gave his needs away. Bethany turned and watched him, his gaze locked on hers as if they waited to see who might make the first move. They played a dangerous game, Kent and her mother just inside. Bethany steeled herself, realizing what a mistake it would be to do or be anything with this man. He was sex incarnate, dominance and power, everything she could imagine in the wettest of her fantasies. She was a simple girl and knew she would be in way over her head much too quickly if not careful.
"What are you thinking about so intently?"
"I was just working through my schedule in my head. The wedding is in a few weeks too, so I have a lot to balance." She shrugged and sunk back down in the water as he moved closer. She pressed her feet to the bottom of the pool, forcing herself to stay still and not run from him. He was a predator and though she would love to protect herself fully, they had a long life together ahead of them in some capacity. He wouldn't be dominating her for any of it... at least not if she could help it.
"Your schedule? That's what you're thinking about?"
She laughed and reached out, pressing her hand to his chest to stop him. "Don't come any closer, and yes, my schedule. What are you thinking about?"
He smiled and pulled her hand along his side, Bethany moving through the water to press against him from his efforts. He smirked as she gasped, his hands sliding around her waist and locking her to him.
"I'm wondering how to get you out of your bathing suit. I'm imagining the taste of you on my tongue and the sound of your desperate panting."
Bethany took a shallow breath, resting her hands on his thick shoulders, the water making each movement intensify as their skin slid against each other's.
"You have no modesty." She laughed and tried to move back. He pulled her closer, one hand moving up her back and into her hair. She groaned softly, hating herself for allowing the noise to leave her.
"Tell me to stop and I will, but you have to mean it." He leaned in, pulling her hair back and running his nose along the column of her neck.
"Stop," she whispered, pulling him closer as her body lit on fire.
"Not good enough, Beth." He pressed his teeth against the side of her neck and tugged softly, his other hand sliding down to cup her rear, his fingers playing along the edge of her suit. She groaned again, her mind splintering on what to do.
"Stop, Damon." She pulled back a little, tugging against him as he smiled. He released her hair and slid his hand along the side of her face, his finger gripping hard at the base of her head as he pulled her down toward him. He paused before kissing her, his eyes filled to the rim with lust.
"I don't think you want me to stop, do you?"
She whimpered, her resolve draining as she tightened her arms around his neck and moved to wrap her legs around his waist in the water. The painful throb of need drove into her, another sound of desire leaving her lips as she closed her eyes and rocked her hips against the fullness of his arousal. He was magnificent, huge and cocky, strong and so incredibly beautiful.
"Yes. Stop, please."
He pulled her in as she opened her eyes, his other hand sliding down to cup her breast and knead it as their lips touched. He murmured his pleasure against her mouth, pressing her closer with the pull of his hand on her ass. His tongue rolled over hers, his lips so soft and warm. He rocked himself against her, subtle groans sending her into a dizziness she had never experienced. He broke the kiss and licked at her mouth, sucking the edge of her chin before burying his face against her neck.
She moaned loudly as he moved both hands to grip her ass tightly, using his hold to roll her softness against the hardness he offered her. He licked up her throat, his mouth pressing a sensual kiss to her ear. She panted softly, her hands lost in his hair as a frantic feeling to strip him and consume him washed over her. She moaned against him as he spoke softly against her ear.
"I don't like blonds at all. I like brunettes with green eyes and large breasts. With intelligence and wit, with strength and cunningness. I like women who know what they want and take it. The ones that won't hit their knees for you until they've forced you to hit yours first. What kind of girl are you, Beth?"
She rolled her body against him once more, moving back and letting her gaze lock onto his, something inside of her bursting open with desire for the bastard who taunted her so wickedly. She smiled, her eyes narrowing sensually as she let her legs drop from him, her hand sliding down his strong chest and abs as she slipped her hand into his shorts. She wrapped her fingers around him, not showing the shock at how large he was, but keeping her facade perfectly in place.