Page 16 of One Hot Summer
“I want to hear you say it.”
I let out a humorless laugh as I stepped down into the pool, the water closing over my knees, hips, chest. It did nothing tocool my overheated skin. After a second, I dove under. I surfaced three feet from Adam, close enough to see the droplets clinging to his eyelashes. He didn’t back away. He floated there, staring at me, the look in his eyes daring me.
We gravitated toward each other, drawn by an invisible force. My conscience begged me to turn away, but I could no longer resist. I didn’t want to. When we were just inches apart, I reached out and cupped his face in my trembling hands. His skin was warm and damp under my palms. “You’re playing with fire, you know.”
Adam’s fingers curled around my wrists, shackles holding me in place. As if I were strong enough to walk away. “Say it,” he pleaded.
“You! You’re what’s on my mind,” I snarled.
That was all it took for my remaining willpower to crumble. We crashed together, water splashing up between us. Our mouths met hard and wet, teeth clashing, neither of us willing to give an inch. His arms locked around my neck, and I felt him shiver, every muscle pulled so tight it was like he was bracing for impact.
He tasted minty as if he’d recently brushed his teeth and something sweeter that I recognized from our previous kiss, a flavor that was all his. I wanted to drown in it—in him. We kissed until my lungs burned, until my hands went numb from gripping his waist so hard. I felt his body press up against mine, hot even with the water, and for a second, I wondered if we’d both combust on the spot.
When we broke apart, we were gasping. “God,” I said, voice shaking. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
He laughed, and the sound was soft and broken. “You’re the one who started it.”
I grabbed him again, desperately, and pulled him under. The world above was gone. Down here, there was only the press ofskin, the pulse of blood in my ears, the warmth of his mouth finding mine in the dark.
When we surfaced, I pushed him up against the side of the pool, pinning him with my body and kissing him with a hunger too sharp to ignore. Adam locked his ankles around my waist, his fingernails raking along my back as he tried to get even closer.
I lifted him easily, setting him down on the rough tiled edge of the pool. Water streamed off him in sheets. He was shivering, but his eyes burned with need.
I braced my hands on either side of his hips and just stared for a second, trying to memorize everything—the way the droplets clung to his skin, the flush rising up his neck, the parted lips swollen from my kisses. He looked so fucking sexy, so open and honest and sincere, it almost hurt to look at him.
He pulled me in with a fistful of hair and kissed me, harder than before, tongues tasting, seeking. “God, I want you,” he whispered, and the sound of it sent electricity through my whole body.
I bent my head and made a wide sweep up the inside of his thigh with my tongue. He gasped, hands sliding over my scalp, tugging me closer. When I hooked my fingers under his waistband and looked up, he met my gaze, face open, desperate, ready.
“Yeah?” I asked, voice wrecked.
“Please,” he said, breathless. “God, Griffin, please.”
He lifted his hips, and I stripped off his trunks in one motion, tossing them carelessly onto the deck. They landed with a wet smack. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, and I swore I’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful. I took him in my mouth, slowly at first, letting him get used to the heat and the pressure. He made a noise—half moan, half whimper—and the sound went straight to my dick.
He tasted perfect. Sweet, sharp, faintly chemical from the pool, but underneath it was just Adam, raw and real and almost shaking with need. I worked him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat, loving the way his fingers twisted in my hair when I swallowed around him.
Above me, his whole body was a study in contrasts—tense and pliant, cocky and unsure, his head thrown back to bare the column of his throat to the night sky. The lights from the pool painted him blue and green and gold, and I wanted to devour him, mark him up so there was no way either of us could pretend this wasn’t happening.
He started to move, slow thrusts at first, testing the rhythm. I matched him, one hand steady on his hip, the other cupping the back of his thigh to keep him open for me. I glanced up and saw him watching, eyes wild, mouth open in a gasp.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he whispered, and when I hummed in agreement.
I sped up, bobbing my head, using my tongue to drive him crazy. He was close, I could feel it in the way his abs tightened, the tremor in his thighs. He started to beg, incoherent, helpless, and I never wanted to stop hearing it. But I pulled off right before he could finish, letting his cock slap against his stomach, slick and angry-red. He let out a strangled sound of protest, but I just grinned up at him, licking my lips. “Not here,” I said, voice rough as gravel. “Not like this.”
He reached for me, eyes wide, but I was already lifting myself out of the pool, pulling him up on shaky legs. I grabbed my towel and tied it around my waist, then scooped up his and tossed it at him. “Come on,” I said, not waiting to see if he’d follow.
Inside, we left a trail of water across the floor, temporary evidence that would dry up by morning. I took the stairs two at a time, not caring how eager I looked, not caring about anythingexcept getting Adam to my bedroom and finishing what we’d started.
At the door, I turned and saw him behind me, a little uncertain, a little dazed, his hair dripping onto the hardwood. He looked so fucking gorgeous it almost made me cry. I reached for his hand, pulling him close, and pressing my lips to his temple. “If you’re having second thoughts?—”
“No!” he practically shouted. “No second thoughts. I want this. I want you, Griffin.”
We stumbled into the dark bedroom, the door swinging shut behind us, both of us trembling with anticipation. We hit the mattress still locked together, mouths searching, hands everywhere at once.
Adam was all urgency, pulling me down, fingers digging into my back like he thought I might vanish if he let go. I kissed him hard, swallowing every gasp, every curse, every needy sound that spilled out between us.
He stripped my trunks off with one smooth motion, never breaking the kiss. Skin on skin, slick with leftover water, every inch of him radiated heat. I ran my hands up his sides, memorizing the way he trembled under my touch.
