Might as well go for broke. Maybe he’d only intended to hang out and be buddies, but Britt clearly thought they’d keep the menage going. Somebody needed to clarify what they wanted. She wanted him.
“I’m glad you came back.” She was breathless, and barely tripped the words out.
He swept forward and clasped the sides of her face, kissing her in a hurried, hungry openmouthed torrent. “Me too.”
God, he was minty-sweet again, and she loved the taste of him. Loved what he was doing with his hand inside her bikini top. Wanted to feel him inside her again. But…
“Not this way.” She pulled back, closed her mouth, squeezed her legs together, pressed away the throbbing rebellion. “Not without him here. I’m sorry.”
David hung his head. “No, you’re right. Even though he said it, I thought at the time it would be a bad idea. Cause trouble. Then I came out here and you–I–well, sorry. I kinda lost it.”
He kinda lost it? She’d almost lost it from the pressure of her leg against herself. Holy hell.
He looked up at her, his face flushed. “So maybe it’s my turn to ask you a question.”
“Ask away.” She took his hand.
“Is this how it usually works?”
The guy turning on the girl so much she creams herself during conversation? Yeah, when it’s good, it works that way. “Um. Works?”
“You know about this stuff.” He looked away, but still clasped her hand. “When couples do this sort of thing. Like at your resort. Do they keep hanging out with the other person?”
Ah, that. “No.” She owed him honesty. “Not usually.” Most of the rendezvous she arranged lasted eighteen hours, max. “They usually go their separate ways after that one encounter, and never see each other again.” Which was probably smart.
“Is that what you recommend? For your clients?”
Sticky question. Now she had to separate business from personal, facts from feelings. “Depends on the chemistry, I guess. I’ve had people contact me after they went home, and ask me to give their information to the other participants.”
“And how’d that work out?”
Hit and miss? So far, it had always been only one party who wanted to hook up again, in a menage situation. She wracked her brain to remember the couples she’d worked with. Damn. No lasting relationships had ever been created between a married couple and their fantasy lover–at least not any she knew of. She looked up and found him watching her. Think.
“Let me ask you this.” He bit his lower lip. “Why’d you want me to come back?”
Her heart pounded. Where the hell was Britt when she needed him? Maybe she shouldn’t have tried to do this clarifying on her own. She cleared her throat. “I guess it goes back to chemistry.”
“And you think this,” he let go of her hand and motioned between them, and then toward the suite, “is good chemistry?”
She licked her lips and remembered his minty mouth. “We wouldn’t have just made it to second base, if it wasn’t.”
“You’d not be here if it wasn’t,” Britt said from the doorway. “You’d have been a one-off, like Vic and I planned.” He walked over and grinned, wearing his swim trunks. Must not have been sleeping too heavily. She’d address that later. “Thought sure you’d be shagging her by now. Should I be offended? You think you’re too good for my wife?” he teased. “Why don’t you two go play in the water? I’ll watch the game and keep score.”
David looked at her for confirmation. What the hell. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend the evening. But Britt wasn’t going to just watch this time–she’d make sure of it.
Because Britt looked so cocksure, and because his swim shorts already showed he was hard, she leaned up to David for a scorching kiss, arching her back so her nipples rubbed against him.
“Fuck,” David moaned. “Yeah.”
Her tongue twisted with his as he scooped her up into his arms. They really were heading to the water. Excellent. Britt would have to join them, in order to see the action. David carried her in at the shallow end while they kissed. Cool water surrounded their hot bodies from the waist down. When he let her body slide down his, she pressed into the lump in his shorts, catching his waist between her legs. Ah, the sweet torture of the dry hump. Or, in this case the pool-wet hump. His hands seemed to be everywhere, her entire body ultra-sensitized, responding to each of his touches, stretched tight and hard.
“Baby,” he moaned in her ear. David would make an awesome porn star. He made all the right sounds to turn her on more, said all the right words… And how was their audience?