Page 55 of Unsure in Love

The cool water did nothing to stop my body temperature from rising. Since I felt like my old self again, my playful side came out. Smiling, I swam over to him, close enough so we were almost touching.

“I’ve been enjoying the view too,” I said, giving him a once-over smoldering enough to rival the way he’d been looking at me.

His lips lifted slightly at the corners.

“But,” I continued, “I think it’s time we do more than just look.”

“Really?” His eyes danced with amusement. “What else do you suggest we do?”

I shrugged. “I’ve never made love in a pool.”

His nostrils flared on a sharp intake of breath when I stepped closer, and my breasts grazed his chest. I bit my lip to suppress my smile. Teasing Damian like this, watching him barely hang on to his control, was fun. Knowing I had this effect on him was flattering.

“Then we should remedy that,” he said, staring at my mouth. But he didn’t make a move to kiss me.

“We should.” His muscles twitched under my touch when I slid my palms over his chest and down to his stomach. Moving my hands over him was like caressing silk over steel. Every inch of him was hard. Toned to perfection.

His eyes, still focused on my mouth, darkened with lust as he lowered his head. My breath left my lungs in a whoosh before our lips touched. The effect his proximity alone had on me was insane. My body responded to his touch before he even laid a finger on me. Maybe I should be worried about what he did to me, but it was hard to feel any concern after being swept up in our fervent lip-lock.

One arm curled around my waist to lift me, and my legs circled him. He tugged the strings holding my bikini top up, letting my breasts spill free. He gazed at the globes hungrily. Then he took one in his hand.

I pulled in a sharp breath as he caressed and then lightly pinched my nipple. I arched into him, wanting more of his touch.

“We’ll go nice and slow later,” he promised. “Right now, I need to be inside you.” His voice was strained as if he was already at the end of his control.

“Okay,” I breathed. Hot and fast was what I needed right now. I’d gone too long without having him like this.

Just as he reached between us to free himself from his shorts, his phone rang. We both glanced at the table our devices rested on.

“Do you need to get that?” I asked.

He pulled the strings of my bikini bottom and it floated away. “I’ll call back.”

His fingers teased my entrance, and that was almost enough to make me shatter. I was so sensitive to his touch.

“Hurry, Damian.” Days deprived of him reduced me to a quivering, begging mess. I was addicted to him. How was I going to survive when I went back to Oakland?

“I need to make sure you’re ready,” he murmured, dipping one finger between my folds. My moan said I was more than ready. I ached for him. His phone rang again. I looked at the table and he said, “Ignore it.”

I did when it stopped ringing. But just as we were getting back on track, we were distracted yet again.

Groaning, I rested my head on his shoulder. “Damian, you should get that. It sounds urgent.” I didn’t want him to miss anything important because of me. He was supposed to be at work, after all.

With a pained expression, he muttered a curse and lowered me to my feet. Wading out of the pool, he gave me a stern order. “Stay where you are. I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

I giggled when he looked back to make sure I hadn’t moved. Still smiling, I watched him answer his phone with obvious annoyance.

“Nic,” he said, glancing in my direction again before turning away. “Hey.”

My smile dropped. Nic? Crap! My brother-in-law couldn’t know I was here because my sisters would find out, and I’d have a lot of explaining to do. I was already hurrying to the pool’s steps, grabbing my floating swimsuit along the way.

“I’m great. How’s it going, man?” Damian asked, smiling. He stopped to listen to whatever Nic said, and his grin turned into a frown. “Cassandra? Oh, she’s—”

He paused and turned around when I hissed, “Damian, no!”

His eyes widened and confusion flickered across his face. Of course, me scurrying toward him naked, signaling him to shut up must have been perplexing. My bouncing tits captured his attention, and his bewildered expression turned lustful.

“Uh… what was that?” he asked Nic, still staring at my chest.

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