Page 78 of Teach Me to Fly

I’m not sorry at all.

I reach for her, fingers sliding beneath the water until I find the waistband of her underwear. It’s delicate as it clings to her hips. I tug hard enough to pull her body toward mine, and she lets out a breathy gasp.

“I could’ve just taken a shower at the guesthouse,” she murmurs. But there’s no conviction in her voice. Only heat and want.

“Mmm,” I hum against her neck.

My mouth finds the soft skin just beneath her jaw and I kiss her there, slow and open-mouthed, letting her feel every ounce of restraint I’m not using.

Her breath catches again when my hand slides into her underwear. She’s warm despite the water, my fingers finding her clit, and I work it in slow, tight circles. She clings to my shoulders, legs struggling to float, but I hold her there—one hand planted against the pool wall, the other worshipping her beneath the surface.

“A shower wouldn’t be as fun as this,” I murmur into her skin, lips brushing her collarbone.

She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back, hair dripping into the water, chest rising and falling in stuttered, desperate breaths.

I slide two fingers inside her and she moans, her hands digging into my shoulders now, hips rocking forward instinctively as I move in and out, deep and slow. She clenches around me with each thrust, each soft gasp swallowed by the night.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I whisper.

Her cheeks flush rose-red. Whether from my praiseor from the orgasm building behind her eyes, I’m not sure. Her thighs tremble and her lips part wider. She’s close.

I lean forward to kiss her, and she moans into my mouth just as she tips over the edge. I feel her pulse around my fingers, her entire body tightening, breaking, falling apart in my hands.

“Oh my god,what is going on here?”

Lando’s voice cuts through the air like a knife.

Angelique gasps and hides her face in my neck, mortified. I slide my fingers out of her slowly, carefully, then wrap one arm around her waist to shield her as I turn my head. Lando stands poolside, hands on his hips, eyes wide with mock horror. Terry’s next to him and his zipper is down.

I blink and lift a brow. “Zip’s down, Ter.”

Terry glances down, mutters “shit,” and quickly zips it up.

Next to him, Lando instinctively wipes the corners of his mouth then freezes mid-motion like he just realized what he’s doing.

“Oh my god,” he groans, face twisting in embarrassment. “We’ll be talking about this later,Sinclair!”

He grabs Terry’s hand and yanks him back toward the house, muttering curses the whole way as they vanish into the dark.

Angelique groans into my neck. “I can never show my face again.”

I tighten my hold on her, fingers splayed protectively over her lower back. “Then you’ll just have to stay home with me.”

She huffs a laugh, warm against my skin, and I feel the tension start to melt from her shoulders.

“Home,” she murmurs, like she’s testing the word on her tongue.

I press a kiss to her temple, lingering there. “Yeah. With me.”

She doesn't reply right away, but the way she settles into me—quiet, safe, a little shaky but still here—says enough.

Whatever this is, we're in it now.

Together.

Chapter 27

Angelique

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