Page 137 of One Big Little Secret

“God, don’t say it like that.” She laughs awkwardly, but those lines in her forehead don’t fade.

“It’s fine.” I kiss her on the temple. This time, she relaxes. “Should we head back? That pool is calling my name.”

“Poolandbeer,” she decides. “It’s our last night, after all.”

The last night.

Shit.

That stirs my blood and brings up things better left unsaid. Right now, in the middle of a restaurant, definitely isn’t the right time.

As soon as we’re done eating, we head out. I’m still holding her hand when we break apart so we can climb in the vehicle and drive back to the resort.

Neither of us brought swimming stuff, but that doesn’t matter now with a private pool.

My breath stalls when I see Salem pad out to the water naked.

I follow her in, doing nothing to hide my erection, and then we’re in the warm water under an endless starry night.

“Last night,” I growl, grabbing her waist and pulling her in. Her body fits against mine like it was designed for it. “How do you want to celebrate?”

“You mean besides beer?” She tosses her hair back and takes a sip.

“I meantafterthe beer.”

“I blame the beer for this whole situation,” she says, but there’s the hint of a smile. I take a swig from the open bottle she brought out with her and kiss away her protests.

“Then I’ll be forever grateful to the beer,” I tell her. “And to you for listening.”

She trails a finger down my front, skimming her way down my chest and abdomen. “I suppose you deserve some credit too, Mr. Rory…”

“So you do think I’m hot? About time you said it.”

“I have my faults, but I’m not blind, Patton.”

Grinning, I lean against the side of the pool and slide my hands down, cupping her ass. “What fucking faults, woman? Don’t see any here.”

She gasps wickedly.

“You’re just looking from the wrong angle.”

“What’s the right one, then?” I lift her up so I can kiss her neck. Below, her nipple hardens, and I try not to take it in my mouth. “From here?”

“Patton—”

“Or maybe”—I hoist her up so she’s balanced just above my cock, which is already hard, so ready to plunge in—“there’s a better angle here. Surely.”

She tightens her hands on my shoulders until her nails dig in.

“Not outside,” she whispers. “Someone might hear.”

“You’ll just have to be quiet.” Madness claims me. I tease the head of my cock against her slit, toying with the folds as she wraps her legs around me. Pool sex isn’t necessarily the best idea, but there are two perfectly good sun loungers on the side.

If this truly is our final night together, I want to make it memorable.

With her legs wrapped around me and my hands gripping her ass, it’s easy enough to carry her out of the water and haul her to the nearest chair. The cool air caresses our skin, but when she shifts her hips so I’m at her entrance, I don’t notice the cold anymore.

Hell, right now, I don’t think I’d notice if the whole resort exploded as long as I could still lay her down on this lounger and fuck her.

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