“Meaning all, as in marriage and a career and a family?”
“You know something? I think that would probably be a really good idea,” he said, chuckling. “But the marriage or family is a little too early.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Depends if you have a partner tucked away somewhere that I don’t know about.”
“Nope, no partner tucked away somewhere,” he said. “But, if you’d like to sign up for the position, just let me know.”
She looked at him slyly, and then she grinned. “Is there a job application and an interview process for this?”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about it before,” he said. “However, that interview process could be fun.”
He slid his arms around her waist and stepped in between her legs as she sat on the top step in the pool. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he lowered his head and gently kissed her. Their lips were cool from the nighttime swim, but the fire inside was anything but that. She gasped, as he finally raised his head.
“You are lethal,” she muttered, trying to regain her breath.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think I need another taste.” And he lowered his head again, pulling her tightly against him. Ever mindful that they were out in public, she tried hard to restrain herself but couldn’t. He lifted his head, then slanted his lips back down again and again. She shivered in his arms; he tightened his grip and whispered, “I don’t want to push you.”
“I’m not sure either of us is pushing, given the heat between us,” she murmured against his lips. “But we’re definitely not in the right place.”
He pulled himself back and looked around, as if suddenly realizing where they were. “Right,” he said. “Not a pool in our backyard,” he murmured. He lifted his thumb and gently stroked her bottom lip. She nibbled on the end of his fingertip and then pulled it into her mouth, where she could suck it.
Immediately his eyes darkened, and she could feel the response from his body. She pulled back, scrambled to her feet, grabbed her towel, and said, “Meet you and Bernie back up at the room.” And, laughing, she ran ahead of him to their room.
Inside she headed for the shower but left the bathroom door open, stripped down, placing her soaking wet bathing suit in the sink. She stepped under the hot water and gave a little shriek when warm hands handed her a bar of soap. She looked over her shoulder to find him standing completely nude behind her. His eyes dark, his face questioning, she smiled, turned around, hooked her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. “I think you’d do a better job with the soap than I would.”
“I’ll do my best,” he whispered.
And immediately he moved the bar gently but surely around her body from the underside of her chin right to her toes. She gasped in delight, shivering with passion as he moved upward again. He slowly stroked his hand up the inside of her calf to her thigh, stopping at the nest of curls. As he slipped his fingers between the plump lips, gently entering her, she moaned, separated her legs, giving him more access, and now leaned against the wall. “I don’t think this will work,” she gasped.
“Oh, absolutely it’ll work,” he growled in a husky voice, as he lifted her waist high and pinned her against the wall. She rested at the perfect place. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he slowly, ever-so-slowly entered her. She shuddered in reaction, twisting at the overwhelming fullness.
He whispered, “Are you okay?”
She gasped and nodded. “I’m fine,” she said, “but dear God.”
“I know. Me too.” He lifted his hips and plunged, withdrew, then plunged again and again, the water splashing all around them. Yet his arm held her firm, while his other hand was pressed securely to the shower wall.
Pinned against the back of the shower, she felt completely imprisoned and yet so close to a freedom that she’d never experienced before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to move, but her rhythm wasn’t in synch with his, making it worse, until finally she relaxed against the wall and let him set the pace.
He drove her harder and higher and faster than she thought she could even possibly go. When she flew off the cliff, she collapsed in his arms, a surge of emotions filling her. He plunged deep one more time, grinding his pelvis tight against her, before he slowly lowered them to sit on the side of the bathtub, holding her still in his arms.
“My God,” she whispered. “I thought you said you were injured.”
“I was,” he said gently. “I think I said I was much better, didn’t I?”
When a cold nose hit her warm thigh, she gave a small shriek, only to see Bernie sitting there outside the shower curtain, her tongue lolling to one side. Addie reached out a wet hand and gently stroked the dog. “And, of course, you’re here too,” she said, “and somehow that just makes it all the more perfect.”
He kissed her hard for that. “I didn’t expect to meet anybody of the same mind-set.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s just so very strange, isn’t it?”
“Strange and yet wonderful.” He looked at her and said, “What about your hair? Do you need to wash it?”
“I do,” she said. “The chlorine from the pools is deadly.”
“Got it,” he said, gently disengaging. He turned the water a little bit warmer and quickly shampooed her hair, taking great care as he dispensed suds along the full length.
“I love that feeling,” she murmured, as he gave her a gentle head scrub. By the time she had her hair washed twice and conditioner on, she asked for the soap. “My turn.” And gave him a cheeky grin.
With his eyebrows up, he handed it over, and she quickly worked her way all over his back, down his buttocks, to his muscular thighs. When she came to the prosthetic, she asked, “Is that allowed to be in water?”
“Yes, even in the pool,” he said. “Regular water is fine, if I’m wearing it. This is a special design by my boss’s wife, made specifically to look lifelike,” he said. “The chlorine can be bad for long periods, without rinsing it all off with soap and water. So a hop in the shower after pool time is recommended.”
She continued her ministrations to his front, taking gentle care of his growing erection. “Nice,” she said impishly. “I’m okay to carry this into the next room.”
And, with that, she gave his huge erection another silky slide up and down, before stepping back and out of the tub. She grabbed one of the big bath sheets, quickly toweled off, and then handed him the spare. In the next room, she pulled back all the bedcovers on one bed. Their bags were on the other, and she stretched out on her back. He came in and asked, “Are you ready for bed?”
She grinned at him, invitingly, then sat up on her elbows. “Do you think Bernie has to go back out again?”
He hesitated. “I should take her out. Hold that thought.” He dressed quickly, gave her a smoldering kiss, then slipped out.
While she waited, she curled up on her side of the bed, completely uncovered, loving the heat, the warmth, but also the coziness of just being with somebody special. She barely heard him as he curled back into bed with her, and then he murmured against her ear, “Do you need to sleep?”