Page 63 of Enthrall
Richard looked incredulous. “Let’s take you home.”
“Can I swim?”
“Sure, how about next week...”
I unzipped my dress and pulled it up and over my head. The tiny piece of material didn’t take long to extract myself from. “You have a lovely home,” I told him, and threw my dress over the back of a lounger. “Thank you for the dress by the way.”
“What?” He ran his hand through his hair, his wide-eyed gaze taking in my body. “I’m beginning to sound like you.” His brow furrowed.
“The dress for the party.”
“I would never get you anything that short. And what party?”
“Chrysalis’s.” I knelt and reached for the straps of my shoes. “The one you had me send invites out for. Cameron told me you’ve changed your mind and I can go now.”
The inviting water glistened in the moonlight. After Cameron had used me as bait to tease a senator, and what with Richard whisking me back to his home without my consent, I deserved this.
Still wearing my underwear, I dived in. It felt refreshing and I spun around several times, savoring the sensation of floating, treading water, wondering how long Richard’s anger might last.
He stormed inside.
Winston stayed, guarding the edge of the pool. The water felt cleansing. Having not swam in what felt like years, the last time being while in college, this felt heavenly. I dived underwater and swam a full length along the bottom.
When I came up for air, I saw Richard leaning against one of the stone pillars that lined the length of the pool.
He sipped liquor from a tumbler. “I need a cigarette.”
“I didn’t know you smoked?” I called up.
“I don’t.” He downed the rest of the liquor and shook his head, and threw the glass high. It landed amongst the base of one of the palm trees. He neared the far end of the pool, his dark stare locked on me.
He gave a nod as though some realization had found its way to him. Then he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and stripped off the rest of his clothes, throwing them onto a lounger.
I averted my gaze from his nakedness. Those taut muscles revealed how much he worked out. That erection betrayed his lust. He didn’t seem in the least bit fazed about stripping off in front of me. He waded toward me causing the water to slosh around us; the only sound.
Treading water and wary, I swam backwards.
He paused a few feet away.
“You have a lovely home,” I said.
“You already told me that.”
“Can you see the ocean from here?”
“Mia, can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
He was upon me, cupping my face, kissing me passionately, forcefully, capturing my mouth in his as I melted in his arms. Eyes closed, I went with him, my tongue caressing his, our lips brushing together. His erection nudged against me. I hoped he’d be gentle when he entered me, take his time and not hurt me too much. He ran his fingertips through my scalp, slowly, scrunching my locks in his hands.
Here, under the night sky, floating in a pool warmed by the sun in his strong hold, I felt safe for the first time.
Off came my bra and panties, his hands making quick work of removing them. He pushed me backwards and pressed against me, his cock digging into my stomach, sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body. Our kiss grew more frenzied, desperate. He nuzzled into my neck and planted wet kisses there, his fingers finding my left nipple and pinching it, sending surges of pleasure downward where it lingered leisurely between my thighs.
Richard rested his forehead against mine and paused, his breath heavy, needy. “Mia, I...” He stroked my face, the seconds dissolving as a dull throb echoed throughout my body. “I have no idea what just came over me.” He pushed away, swimming to the other side.
I wanted him to know these feelings we shared were so right, so loving. That I was ready for what would be my first time, here, with him.
