Page 71 of Heating Up (Nugget)
“Michael Phelps wears them.”
He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”
Too bad. If any man could pull off a Speedo it was Aidan.
“This is nice. You ever stay the night in here?”
There was a small bedroom off the living room with a queen-size bed, canopied in mosquito netting. Despite the dearth of bugs, once upon a time her mother had thought the netting was a romantic touch.
“Once or twice at slumber parties with the neighbor girl. We’d always get scared, though, and go running back to the main house.” She found a pair of striped trunks and held them out to him. “What do you think?”
“Those will work. You handled?”
“Yep. You can use the bedroom to change. I’ll use a dressing room outside.”
He disappeared behind the door. She stripped in one of the three fitting areas near the outdoor shower. Aidan had a towel around his waist when he came out. She wouldn’t have taken him for modest and definitely not for shy.
“They’re a little small,” he said.
“How small?” She pulled the towel away . . . and oh my! Aidan was very well endowed; the shorts left nothing to the imagination. “Will you bust out of them?”
“I wouldn’t talk if I were you.” He stared pointedly at her backside. “A little wedgie action going on there?” And then, for good measure, he stared a little more.
“Stop.”
“Only if you stop.” He nudged her chin up with his finger to keep her eyes off his crotch.
“Do you want me to find you something else?”
“These will be fine. Let’s just get in the water.” He walked out to the edge of the pool and cannonballed in. She motioned for him to keep the noise down.
“Sorry,” he said and shook the water out of his hair. “I forgot.”
She waded in slowly, even though the water was warm. Aidan vanished under the surface and appeared a few seconds later, tugging her toward the deep end. Fed up with how slow she moved, he wrapped her legs around his waist and swam backward with her.
He felt so good, the hard muscles of his chest pressed against her breasts and his hands flat against her wet back. Her own clutched his powerful shoulders as they floated under the starlit sky, a symphony of crickets serenading them.
Dana closed her eyes, feeling his erection surge against her and reveling in the intimacy of it. “What are we doing, Aidan?”
That’s when he leaned in and kissed her, his lips tasting like chlorine and mojito. She cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, devouring his mouth as he explored hers with his tongue.
“I’m tasting you.” His hands slipped down and inched up the bottom of her suit until he held her bare butt in his hands. Squeezing both cheeks, he slid those clever hands between her legs. It felt so good and erotic that she readjusted her thighs to give him better access, never breaking free of his mouth.
Aidan glided one hand out, pulled the straps and the top of her bathing suit down, exposing her breasts, and fondled each one at a time.
He stopped kissing her long enough to look, his eyes darkening at the sight of her. “Oh, Dana. Beautiful, beautiful Dana.”
“We’re moving kind of fast here, don’t you think?” Even to her own ears the words sounded perfunctory. She wanted this with him. She always had.
“Should I stop?” Laving her breasts with his mouth, he floated them to the edge of the pool where he boxed her in against the side. “It’s entirely up to you.”
She didn’t answer, just untied the drawstring on his trunks, released the Velcro tab, and reached inside.
“Ah, Jesus.” He tugged her hand out of his shorts. “You first. Put your legs down, baby, so I can get this off.” With one hand he tugged her one-piece down and she kicked it away until it floated to the surface.
She stood before him completely naked. He kissed her some more, working his lips down her body while he continued to play with her breasts.
“Oh God.”
