Page 15 of Guarded By the SEAL

Stop it. I drag my eyes away from her picture-perfect body.Fucking stop it already, will you? Damn it!

Her long, luscious legs kick out behind her, splashing the water in ripples, her soaking wet hair clinging to her sparkling skin. She has a beautiful expression while she concentrates on her movements. Fuck, I just want to jump in the water with her and grab her already. However much I try to stop, the thoughts keep on coming. The urge to hold her, to bring back the chemistry we both know is there won’t leave me alone. I’m actually holding onto the sun lounger so hard my knuckles have turned white. I want to let go, but I don’t know if I can trust myself to do so. It’s as if I don’t have any damn control over myself anymore.

I drag my gaze away. I force myself to check out the perimeter, to do what I’m being paid to do and to keep her safe, but it isn’t long before I’m back on her, wondering what those plump lips of hers would look like wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I’m growing needy for her now. I need to be careful. Any minute now, I will be hard as a fucking rock for her and then I know I won’t be able to control myself.

Think of anything else, I demand.Think of work, of Benji and his stupid comments, of anything…

But Petra has done something to me. I can’t get her off my brain however hard I try, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t just because we’re here alone. It’s her. There is something about her which captivates me. The way we bonded the other night, maybe, or perhaps our sleeping in the same bed all night long… I don’t know what has shifted things, but there is a definite tension clinging to the air. It’s almost anticipation, just waiting for something to happen. Not that anything will happen, however much I want to be inside her.

“Are you bored?” Petra demands my attention even when I’m trying my hardest not to look at her. I have to drag my eyes back to her, back to the magnetic force she has surrounding her, andmy heart damn near stops beating. She is resting on the side of the pool with her soaking wet cleavage in my face.

“Do I look bored?” I reply wryly, trying to hide the fact that I’m fucking salivating for her.

“I don’t know. Maybe. You could come in the pool with me, you know. I don’t bite.”

Oh, I fucking hope that she does bite. Or at least nibbles. A shudder runs down my spine at the idea. I’m getting a bit too hot here. I might actually need a dip in the pool to cool off.

“Yeah, maybe I will.” I try to sound casual, but I probably come off as sexually frustrated. “Although I don’t have any swim stuff either. What’s the water like? Is it cold?”

“It’s all good.” Her shoulder shrug draws my attention back down to her breasts. “And it’s only me and you here. You could come in the water naked and it wouldn’t matter. No one will see.”

Is she challenging me? Does she want me to get in the water naked? If I weren’t so consumed with heady lust right now, I might cave to that challenge just to show her that I can, but I definitely won’t. Things are risky enough here. I already want her to cling to me and wrap herself around me. I want to feel her pussy pulsing against my cock. Best not to immediately bring that to life by being nude.

I toss my head back and laugh, maybe a little too loudly, to be honest. “Underwear will be fine.”

Petra swims on her back, keeping her eyes fixed on me as I rise to peel my clothing off. I still feel like it’s a challenge. She wants to see how far she can push me. Maybe I should head inside tochange to make this less awkward, but I don’t. I rise to that part of the challenge and keep my eyes on her as well as I take my T-shirt off first and then my trousers. She smiles. I’ve pleased her, and I like it.

I jump in the water. Sure, I’m showing off, I can’t help myself. The first thing I notice when the water washes over me is that it does nothing to calm me down. If anything, I’m burning up even more. The closer I get to Petra, the more the flames of desire flicker over my skin. This was probably a mistake. Now that I’m in the water and there’s no escaping the chemistry flowing between us, we’re screwed.

“Let’s swim.” Petra shoots me a wink. “I want to see what you can do. If you’re as fast as me.”

Thank goodness. A distraction. I need that. We race up and down the pool a few times until we’re laughing hysterically at one another. The one time Petra beats me, because I let her, she splashes me playfully. Of course, then I splash her back, so it turns into a water fight. Back and forth, with her moving closer to me by the second. I can’t stop her, nor do I want to. I need her close to me.

Stop it, I warn myself, already knowing that it’s too late.You shouldn’t let this happen.

Of course, the taboo nature to this, the fact that it’s so wrong, makes Petra that much more appealing. I try and splash her in a poor attempt to get her to move backward to give us both a chance to work out what we really want to do here, but it fails massively. She jumps on me, playfully trying to dunk my head under the water. She doesn’t stand a chance. I’m so much stronger than her, but since the feel of her skin next to mine has sucked all the air from my lungs, I go down. I go under.

“Hey, what are you playing at!” I leap back up and grip onto her waist as she tries to swim away. The squeals and the laughter really get to me. They make me ache even more. I haven’t been given a chance to see this fun-loving side to Petra before, and I have to admit I like it a lot. It draws out a similar side to me which doesn’t get to see the light of day much, and I enjoy it. “You are going down, Petra!”

“Not a chance,” she cries back. “You have no idea who you are up against.”

She twists against me, moving easily because of the water acting like a lubricant, and she wraps her legs tightly around me. I’m not expecting this. It’s far too much like the fantasies I’m not supposed to be having about her, so I immediately drop Petra. She clings to me with her arms tight around my neck, refusing to let me go. As my eyes meet hers, I instantly see that the mood has changed. It’s shifted, and she has been sucked right into the atmosphere around us. She’s flooded with lust, needy for me.

She’s right. I don’t know who I’m up against. She is a seductress, a succubus, and I stand no chance. I’m being dragged in by her siren call and I can’t fight it, even if I wanted to. But I don’t. The desire is thick and heavy. It’s more pressing than when we nearly kissed the other night. I just know that if one of us leans forward now, neither of us will stand a chance. Neither of us will be able to pull away.

My head and my heart fight, but in the end, it’s my cock that wins out. I can’t keep ignoring this pull. It’s too much for me. I dip my head downward, and finally, after what feels like forever, claim her lips with mine. The plumpness of her mouth shocks me, takes my breath away, makes my head spin.

Shit. I have taken a tiny bite of the pudding and now I need the rest. I need all of it. I can’t stop myself. She has me wild with need, with desire, and there’s no holding back anymore. Any fighting going on inside my brain simply fades into nothingness as I wrap my hands around her waist at last.

We don’t stop kissing. I don’t know if wecanstop kissing. I spin around and press Petra up against the side of the pool so I can really fix her in place while my tongue tastes the inside of her mouth. She’s delicious, just as I knew she would be, and with round breasts pressing up against me, her nipples tickling my chest, I am obsessed with her. I just can’t get enough…

She pulls back, but only for a second, and presses her forehead against mine. I stare into her eyes, her dancing eyes, swimming in desire, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than her core. Her legs are spread, and she’s pressed up against me. Only those lace panties are in the way. I could tug them to one side and get everything I’ve been aching for. My cock needs me to. Petra does too. I can see she’d be happy for me to slam into her, to give her everything I have, but here doesn’t feel right.

She’s too good to be fucked in a pool. Petra needs more, and I want to give her that. This is lust, obviously, not love, but we’ve both been damaged in the past. I owe the pair of us better.

“Come on.” I take her hand in mine and drag her over to the pool’s ladder. “Let’s go.”

But Petra doesn’t let me go right away. She remains exactly where she is, clinging to me and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. She likes the kissing, which is fine, because with Petra, I like it too. The taste of her, the feel of her mouth on mine, there isn’t anything else quite like it. Honestly, I haven’t paid attention to the kissing part for a long time. It’s just been ameans to an end, but with Petra, if all she wanted to do was kiss, I would be quite happy. Certain parts of my body, not so much, but that can be tamed… I think.

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