No. You hate him!
The thought vanished as his hand closed on my knee beneath the water and began to slide up my thigh. I arched further into his hot mouth, encouraging him in all ways. I whispered it so softly, there was no way to know if he could hear. “Yes.”
He was hard. The bulge of his erection pressed to my center, grinding against me in a pleasurable and tortuous way. I knew exactly what it felt like with nothing between us. How much I enjoyed it when he slid inside me and let me ride into oblivion. I remembered every goddamn inch of him.
My father quit smoking fifteen years ago, but told me once if he could start smoking again without any health risks, he’d do it in a heartbeat. That’s how strong the addiction was, lingering even after all that time. I didn’t fully appreciate those unwanted cravings until Kyle. Years taught me how to deal with the urges, but the cravings for him never went away.
His palm crept along my thigh, gliding through the water and over my skin, reaching the edge of my panties in a single breath. Where the hell was the air? He drew back, leaving our lower bodies connected, and stared down at me.
The expression he held was fascinating.
His blue eyes matched the water rippling around us, and my heart twisted. I wanted to pull him closer, but also push him as far away as possible. The twinges of regret hadn’t started yet, but I sensed them looming in the distance, waiting to strike. How much damage had I done to myself by letting this happen?
“Reach back,” he said, his tone firm. “Grab onto the wall.”
Kyle’s presence was commanding, and so crazy hot, I did exactly as he asked, and for the briefest of moments, surprise flashed in his eyes. Like he hadn’t expected me to do it without question or hesitation. But of course I did. I’d always been in over my head when it came to him.
He studied me as his fingertips slipped down beneath the waistband of my panties, and although his lust-filled expression didn’t change, I could sense he felt like we were approaching a threshold. The point of no return. And he wanted to make sure I was okay with crossing over it with him.
I bit down on my bottom lip, held my breath, and gave the faintest of nods.
The slow, gentle lover he’d been before was gone. As he once again gripped my hair in his right hand, keeping my gaze locked onto him, his left hand continued downward in my panties and two fingers pushed roughly inside my aching body.
I liked this new version of him so, so much better.
The intrusion forced me to suck in a breath through clenched teeth. It was an enjoyable stretch, but a lot to take in at first, and my eyes sharpened on him. He watched every tiny breath I took and the hints of pleasure I was sure to be showing in my eyes. He studied me like he was going to be tested later and wanted a perfect score.
I whimpered when the fingers began to move, giving him a sound of contentment. Already my body was tingling and buzzing. Could he feel how turned on I was, since we were floating in the water? His heavy eyes made me think so. His chest rose and fell with steady but hurried breaths.
When he leaned forward and set his forehead against mine, I was aware I had lost some sort of battle. What was wrong with me? He’d just admitted he’d let me suffer needlessly for years, and I was, what? Letting him do whatever he wanted? Rewarding him?
“I hate you,” I whispered, not meaning it. It was a final futile attempt to convince myself of the lie.
“Do you?” he whispered back. He brushed his lips faintly over mine, teasing a kiss. “Or is it another lie?”
I groaned as his fingers thrust, and I saw flashes of white behind my eyes. God, he was so good with those fingers. I remembered every inch of him, and I suspected he knew all of me as well. Kyle knew exactly where and how to touch me to make me come out of my mind.
My tone wasn’t the least bit convincing. “No, I’m pretty sure I hate you.”
He looked smug. “Then, prove it.”