Page 54 of Through My Window
I know he’s referring to Marco. “I don’t have to do what you say.”
“Pool time!” Samy shouts, taking off her dress. She dives into the water, splashing us all, and I take a step back. Apolo follows her lead and takes off his shirt, diving in after her.
Samy emerges from the water. “Come on, Ares! What are you waiting for?”
I stare at him like a fool, at those lips that have kissed me so deliciously, that abdomen that I touched while he was taking my innocence, that back that I clung to while feeling him inside me.For God’s sake, Raquel! The blood flows to my face. I feel my cheeks burn and I look away.
“You’re red.” Ares laughs. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
I can hear the arrogance in his voice. “Or were you remembering something?”
“Raquel!” Gregory calls to me from the table, beckoning me over.
“I’m coming!”
I only manage to take a step before Ares grabs my arm. “I told you to stay away from him.”
“And I told you that I don’t have to do what you say.”
“I warned you.”
Before I can process what he just said, Ares pulls me toward the pool with him.
“No, no, Ares! No!” I struggle wildly to get away from his grip, but he is much stronger than me. “Please! No, Ares, no!”
But it’s too late. A piercing scream leaves my mouth as Ares dives in, taking me down with him. For a few seasons we’re completely submerged in the water, my dress sticking to my body. Bubbles come out of my mouth as I struggle to surface. I gasp for air as I emerge from the water and instinctively wrap my arms around Ares’s neck, holding onto him tightly. He holds me by the waist. Our bodies are pressed together, and our faces are only inches apart, with those deep blue eyes gazing into mine.
“Attacking me so fast?”
Despite his arrogant question, I don’t let him go. My hair sticks to both sides of my face. “Swimming is not my thing.”
He raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Don’t you know how to swim?”
“Yes, but not very well,” I admit embarrassedly. We are so close, and his lips look so inviting. “Take me to the shallow end of the pool.”
“And waste the opportunity to have you pressed against me?” He smiles, showing those perfect, straight teeth of his. “No, I think I’ll enjoy it a little more.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“I’m the pervert?”
“Yes.” His body emanates warmth, and his skin is so soft.
“Who’s the one with theFifty Shades of Greytrilogy on her computer?” My eyes widen in shock. Ares’s hands are steady on my waist. “I’m not judging you, I’m just saying you’re not as innocent as you like to appear, Witch.”
“Reading doesn’t make me a pervert.”
“Are you saying that reading those sex scenes didn’t turn you on?”
I look away. “I . . .”
His hands go down to the outside of my thighs and he lifts my legs, encouraging me to wrap them around his waist.
“I’m sure more than once you wished someone would take you that way, hard and fast.”
For God’s sake, I need to get away from Ares urgently. My breathing becomes rapid and inconsistent, the water moves in small waves around us. “You’re crazy.”
