Had she gone back for a swim in the ocean?
He hadn’t seen her in the water.
Fuck, what if she’d swam out too far? What if she’d been caught in an undertow?
He raced up the stairs and strode out the door to the patio. He hurried to the beach and glanced out over the water.
“Marissa?” Panic welled in him. “Marissa!” he yelled. “Marissa!”
“I’m over here.”
At the sound of her voice, he spun around. The sight of her floating in the pool staring at him sent relief flooding through him.
Then anger.
He marched toward the pool, glowering at her.
“What the hell are you doing? It’s dangerous to swim alone.”
“You were sleeping and I didn’t want to bother you, so—”
“Get out of the pool and get back in the house,” he commanded.
She frowned, but swam to the steps and walked out of the pool. The sight of her shapely body, glistening with water, sent his already adrenaline filled body into overdrive. He desperately wanted to order her onto the bed right now, then drive into her and thrust until they both groaned in ecstasy.
Fuck, she threw him off balance far too easily.
She scurried back to the patio ahead of him, then reached the patio door and started to open it.
“Wait,” he said, watching the water dripping from her wet bathing suit.
She glanced at him.
“I don’t want you getting water all over the floor.” Keeping a straight face, he said, “Take off the bathing suit.”
She tipped her head, assessing, then reached behind her back, locking her gaze with his. He heard the click of the clasp unfastening, then his groin tightened as she slipped the straps from her shoulders, then drew the bikini top away. The sight of her puckered nipples make his cock swell. Her gaze still locked on his, she slid her thumbs under the elastic of her bikini bottoms and pushed them down her long, lithe legs.
She stood up, totally naked in front of him, her round breasts pert and begging to be stroked, the sight of her sweet little pussy sending his blood boiling. She walked to the lounge chair and picked up her skirt, then started to pull it on.
“You don’t need that.”
She stilled and stared at him, then dropped it back on the chair, and just stood there, waiting for his next command.
He strolled toward her, then opened the door and gestured for her to go inside.
She walked past her wet bathing suit sitting in a pile on the tiles and stepped into the cool interior. He couldn’t help but notice her nipples swell to rigid peaks. He longed to reach out and stroke them. To take one in his mouth and taste it, then suck it hard.
“I’m getting hungry. How about some dinner?” He closed the door behind them.
“I have a casserole ready to go in the oven. It’ll be about an hour and a half.”
“Good.”
He almost groaned at the fire in his groin as he watched her perfect, swaying ass as she walked to the kitchen.
He sat on one of the stools at the marble counter where he had a great view of her moving around the kitchen.
“Hand me a beer,” he said.
She reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer, then placed it in front of him. As he twisted off the cap and took a swig of the cold, bubbly liquid, she placed the casserole in the oven. His heart nearly skipped a beat as she leaned over. He would love to step behind her and glide his aching cock into her right now.
But he took another sip and willed his demanding body to calm down. She started making the salad and he watched her pretty ass as she chopped veggies and tore the lettuce leaves into bite-sized pieces and tossed it all into a big bowl. Once she was done, she put the bowl in the fridge and turned to him.
“Now what?” she asked.
“Why don’t you grab a beer and we’ll put a movie on?”
“I don’t drink beer.”
“There are vodka coolers in there, too.”
She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle, then opened it and followed him into the living room. She walked to one of the armchairs.
“Sit on the couch.” He grabbed a movie and slid it into the player, then sat on the couch and patted the spot beside him.
She perched on the edge and glanced at him. “I’m cold.”
“We can turn up the heat.” He grinned. “Or I could warm you up.”
She settled onto the couch beside him. “I’ll survive.” She sipped her drink then set it on the table in front of them. After a few moments, however, he noticed she casually snuggled in close to his body for warmth.
They watched the movie together, her naked on the couch beside him, keeping him at a constant state of arousal. When the timer went off, indicating that dinner was ready, his cock ached so badly he was almost ready to tell her to get dressed.