Page 19 of OneTime Lovers
“Things were definitely getting interesting,” I agree.
“Jas, I really would like to pursue this. I think you’re very sexy, lots of fun, and obviously I can’t keep my hands off you.” To emphasize his point his warm hand strokes down over the curve of my hip, my body tingles.
“There’s certainly a fire between us which needs to be dealt with, but I guess tonight is not the night.”
He leans back to look down at me as he says, “Much as I hate to agree with you, I think you’re right. Not tonight, but soon.”
“Just so we’re clear though, this is only going to be a one-time thing.”
I want him or more precisely his body, but I don’t need the drama of anything more. I need the one-time to get this man out of my system then we can move on as nothing more than friends of Cassie and Luke.
“One-time sounds perfect,” he drawls back in his damn sexy accent.
Breaking apart I tell him it’s a deal as I reach out my hand to shake his.
He looks down at my outstretched hand laughing. “Seriously, I think we’re way beyond shaking hands to seal a deal.”
Instead, he takes my outstretched hand and pulls me into another hot, deep kiss.
This time we separate before the kiss gets out of hand. “Come on, are you going to finish walking me to my bungalow. It’s a big day tomorrow for our friends and I need my sleep.”
Silently, each caught up in our own thoughts, he walks me the remainder of the distance to my island bungalow.
Chapter 10
Scott
One Day Before
Lapafterlapafterlap, swimming laps was how I got to sleep last night.
After leaving Jas, I detoured back to the pool and finding it deserted, stripped down to my Speedos, dived in, and started stroking the first of many laps.
Following the black line on the bottom of the local public pool growing up got me through most of my teenage angst relatively unscathed. Back then I competed, so three mornings a week, Mom would wake me at five in the morning to drive me to swimming training. Then a few more afternoons after school I would be back in the pool for more laps. I swam six out of seven days, pushing my body to its limits. The discipline I learned in the pool set me up for the military.
These days, swimming calms my overactive mind, and last night I used it to calm my raging desire for a sexy woman. Cock blocked for the second time in the same day, I was consumed by sexual frustration, my erection refusing to go down. She’s by far the most exciting woman I’ve met in a long time and the sexual chemistry, or whatever the hell it is between us, is off the charts.
Finally, I fell into bed at around two in the morning, exhausted––and still this morning I’m awake early. It’s a habit some days I wish I could break; I yawn and stretch broadly.
At least I have my deal with Jas to look forward to today. If I’m only going to have the one-time with Jas, then I’m going to make it one-time she’ll never forget.
Today will be a busy day but in a good way, so I jump out of bed, stretching my arms wide again before getting ready for another head-clearing swim. A quick flick of the curtain from the window shows it’s still early with the sun only edging over the horizon, my favorite time of the day. I expect I’ll have the pool all to myself and that thought has me quickly changing, grabbing my goggles and a towel then leaving my bungalow for the short walk to the pool.
It looks like someone else had the same idea, and I shouldn’t be surprised to see it’s Jasmine. For a few moments, I stand watching her long-armed, graceful stroke cutting a waveless path through the clear water. Her toned athletic body shimmering like a mirage below the water as she turns to swim back. A smile spontaneously breaks out on my face as I wonder if she had an equally frustrating night.
I better not let my mind go there or I’ll embarrass myself again when I strip down to my Speedos. One downside to wearing Speedos is they are bloody useless at hiding an erection as I’m rediscovering. Not something I’ve had to worry about since I was a horny teenage boy.
She turns again swimming back to my end of the pool, and as if sensing someone is watching her, Jasmine stops. She removes her goggles and rolls her eyes when she realizes it’s me standing near the edge looking down at her.
“Seriously, are you stalking me or something? You seem to have an uncanny knack of popping up wherever I am,” she complains half-heartedly as she wipes the water from her face.
“I could say the same about you.”
I watch transfixed as water droplets run from her hair down onto her full rounded breasts, which are barely covered by tiny scraps of fabric again. Any hope of hiding my erection just flew out the window, especially after last night when I had the pleasure of ravishing those gorgeous tits.
I throw my towel on the nearest lounger, then swiftly removing my shorts send them the same way. The only option left to me is to get in the water quickly. I turn back around and step toward the edge of the pool.
“Oh please, can you do something about that?” asks Jas, pointing her finger at my cock, straining against the fabric.
