I lean back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. “Oh? And why is that?”
“Because you started talking about getting fucked in that pool and now my cock is hard as a rock.”
“Oh,” I whisper, a shiver working its way down my spine as my eyes flick to the pool before snapping back to him. His hazel eyes are molten, staring at me like a man possessed and my hand shakes as I lean forward and grab my fork but nothing on my plate looks good anymore. Without a word, he stands up and walks over to me.
“Wyatt!” I scream as he lifts my chair up with me still in it and carries me over next to his chair before setting me down again. I watch him as he goes back around the table, grabs my plate, and sets it down in front of me before returning to his chair. “What was that for?”
He grabs my hand, laces his fingers through mine, and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss against my skin. “You were too far away.”
“Across this tiny ass table?” I ask and he just shrugs.
“I don’t make the rules, baby.”
“I see,” I whisper as I reach over and press my hand against his chest. “And what if I don’t feel like eating anymore?”
He glances over at me and grins. “You’re going to need your energy.”
“You’re talkin’ a big game, Landry.”
“Try me,” he growls, tucking his finger under my chin and turning me to him before slamming his lips down on mine. His kiss is demanding, full of need and I whimper as I wrap one arm around his neck and straddle his lap. Fingertips dig into my back as he groans and trails kisses down my neck.
“Wyatt.”
“Fuck it,” he snaps, lifting me out of his lap and setting me back in my chair. “You don’t move. I’m gonna go put these plates in the fridge and we can eat afterward.”
I nod, the air punching out of my lungs as I cross my legs and watch him pick up our dishes and walk into the house. As soon as he’s gone, I glance in both directions before stripping my shirt over my head. Thank God, we both decided to wear our swimming suits in the car or the few neighbors we have on this vacation would be getting a full-on show. Standing up, I bend over and shove my shorts down my legs as the screen door creaks behind me.
“Goddamn,” he breathes as I stand up, kicking my shorts off as I peek over my shoulder at him. His lips part and his tongue darts out, trailing along his bottom lip in a way that makes me imagine it trailing up my body and I shudder as a grin stretches across my face as I take a step toward the pool.
“Come and get me.”
He starts toward me, yanking his shirt over his head as he goes and I squeal and take off running for the pool. When I reach the edge, I plop down on my butt and slide in before kicking away from the wall and moving to the middle of the pool. There is a huge splash as he jumps in after me and I spin around to watch him. When he surfaces again, he brushes his hair back and stares me down like he wants to devour me. My belly twists with need and I smile as I kick my feet, still swimming away from him but he’s gaining on me quickly.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?”
I cock my head to the side. “I told you to catch me. Did you think I was kidding?”
He growls and dives under the water in my direction and I dart to the side to try and escape but he wraps his hand around my ankle and drags me back to him as he pops out of the water and flashes me a hungry smile.
“Gotcha.”
“Oh, no,” I whisper with mock shock and fear, shaking my head as I flash him wide, damsel in distress eyes. “What will I do now?”
He drags his hand down the side of my body, leaving a trail of heat as he goes that contrasts with the cold water and I gasp as he grabs my thigh and lifts it to his hip, his fingers digging into my skin. “I can think of a few things.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“For starters,” he whispers back, his breath heating my skin as he leans in and lets his lips hover just above mine. My heart hammers in my chest and my body aches for his touch. “You could kiss your husband.”
“Mmm,” I moan with a nod before pressing my lips to his and wrapping my arms around his neck. He hooks my other leg around his waist and moves us to the edge of the pool as his tongue tangles with mine, teasing me with the promise of more as my back presses against the tile on the wall of the pool. His hands roam over my body, giving me what I thought I wanted but it’s still not enough and I whimper as I rock my hips into him, feeling the steel of his erection against my entrance.
“Baby, please.”
He chuckles. “Naw, you’re not ready yet.”
“I am,” I argue, nodding frantically and he shakes his head again as he pulls the string on one side of the bikini bottoms, untying the knot, before moving to the other side. When it’s free, he pulls the fabric away and I watch as it floats up to the surface behind him. His lips press to my neck and I close my eyes, moaning as his fingers find my clit and circle it gently, teasing me to the point of madness. Just when I think he might finally give me what I want, he pulls his hand away. I try to protest but before I can, he pulls the triangle of my bathing suit top to the side and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Wyatt,” I breathe out as goose bumps race across my flesh. I slide my fingers into his hair and he rumbles against my skin as he thrusts his hips against me. It’s still not enough. I need to feel him, all of him, against me with nothing between us. “Take your shorts off.”
Nodding, he releases my tit with a pop but refuses to let me go as he switches arms back and forth to wrestle his trunks off and when he’s finally free of them, I wrap my hand around his cock and slam my lips back to his as I stroke him. He groans, grabbing a chunk of my hair and the bite of pain only spurs me on as I press my free hand to his chest. His heart hammers against my palm and I don’t stop moving my hand. More than my own release, I want to watch him fall apart because of me. I want to know that no other girl in the ten years we’ve been apart has ever affected him the way that I do. For the first time in a really long time, I want to feel like his everything again.
I continue to stroke him as I kiss down his neck, nipping along the way and the closer he gets to his release, the tighter his hold on me becomes. He reaches up with his free hand and twists my nipple between his thumb and finger as he groans in my ear. I kiss back up his neck, making sure that I’m teasing him as much as I possibly can before pressing my lips to his again. He releases my hair and slips me down his body slightly, shoving his leg between mine and I moan into his kiss as I rub my pussy against his thigh.
“Wyatt,” I moan before sealing our lips together again and he abandons my nipple to slip his hand under the water, gripping my waist and guiding my hips against his leg. Pressure builds in my belly and I try to move faster but he stops me, prolonging my pleasure as he shudders with his impending orgasm. Ripping his lips from mine, he drops his head back and groans as he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Pip… you gotta stop…” he whispers in between frantic breaths and I shake my head. I won’t stop. I need this. His hands on my hips get more forceful, moving me faster and faster until I feel like I’m going to explode. “Stop, Piper. I’m gonna come.”
“No.” I shake my head and bite his neck, pulling another groan from his lips as he releases my hips and pulls me toward him, driving into me in one fluid thrust. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as he groans through gritted teeth and throw his head back.