Page 83 of The Arrogant One
“I can’t even get myself naked this fast.”
He grinned, and—oh God—it was such a beautiful sight. “We’ll call it a secret talent that I have.”
As he lifted his T-shirt over his head, I pulled at the buckle of his belt and undid the button and zipper of his jeans, letting them fall down his legs. He stepped out of them, and the only thing left on his body was his boxer briefs, so I tugged on those, watching them drop, and I leaned back to take him in.
That raging hard-on, the rows of abs, his chest that I’d already felt tonight, the bulge of his shoulders, and the veins that ran down his arms—there wasn’t a body more perfect than his.
I just wanted to touch it.
I just wanted to kiss it.
I just wanted to feel it against me.
“Are you out of steam?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not even close. I’m just appreciating the view.”
He pumped his cock, and my clit began to ache.
“It doesn’t matter how many times I see you like this, it will never be enough.”
His palm ran over the head of his dick. “Every inch of me is yours.” He nodded toward me. “Just like every inch of your gorgeous body is all mine.” He lifted me off the couch, and when my legs circled his waist, he said, “You have no idea how much I fucking dream about you.” His mouth moved close to mine. “And now that nothing will be separating us, I’m going to know just how hot your cunt feels. And just how wet you can get.”
“Stop making me wait.”
“She has demands …”
“I can’t help it. I want you.”
“Kiss me. Show me how badly you want me.”
As my lips met his, I could feel us moving through the living room, heard the sound of the sliding glass door opening and felt the outside air as it hit my skin. When we went down a few steps, the temperature of the water told me which one he’d chosen.
“You picked cold.” I smiled without shivering.
“Because I’m going to have you so worked up that you’re going to be sweating in a minute. You don’t need the water to do that for you.”
“Mmm. Good decision.”
He dunked us up to our necks, pushing my back against the center of the wall. It was an infinity style, so it gave the impression as though there were no ends to the pool, that I was just dangling along the side of the canyon.
“How many people see us right now?” I inquired.
His hands rubbed up and down my back. “I suppose anyone looking out their back window with a view of my pool can see us. But I didn’t turn the pool lights on for that reason. With a dark interior finish, they won’t be able to see into the water, they’ll only see our heads. Until it gets pitch-dark outside, and then they won’t be able to see anything without binoculars.”
“And you’re okay with that?” I was testing him.
“I am as long as they can’t see your body. And they won’t be able to, not unless I let you out of my arms—and I have no plans to do that.”
I tightened my grip around his shoulders. “Lockhart doesn’t share—not even visually.”
“No.” His hands surrounded my ass. “What’s mine is mine. And you, Sadie, are so fucking mine.”
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The feel of Sadie’s ass in my hands. The taste of her skin on my lips. The scent of her every time I took a breath.
