22 CONNOR #2
“Oh, sure.” I ran my hand over my wet beard.
“Come on.”
“I’m not getting in that water.”
“Why not?”
“That water hasn’t been cleaned in years.”
“They treat the water.” Samantha swam a little.
“I doubt it.”
“Stop being a pain.” Now it was her turn to grumble, splashing water in my direction.
“When you stop being reckless.” I picked up her clothes from the ground before she could get them any wetter and pushed them farther from the edge.
I didn’t realize I needed to watch my back until it was too late. I felt wet fingers wrap around my arms and yank me toward the edge. Before I could react, Samantha and I hit the water.
I went under and quickly surfaced, Samantha right behind me. The park lights were distant, but the moon lit the lake perfectly, making the way she looked at me seem even more dangerous.
The cool water was a balm against my heated skin—heated not just by the warm night air, but by the storm brewing in those eyes of hers.
“You needed to cool off,” she said, inches away from me. The water partially covered her breasts, which would gleam in the moonlight with the slightest ripple at that distance. “Both heads.”
Samantha teased shamelessly, and I felt my whole body tingle.
“What? I couldn’t help noticing.” She laughed.
“You can’t break the habit of checking me out.”
She grunted indignantly.
“What? I don’t check you out at all.”
“You’re lying to yourself.”
She lunged at me, dunking me in the lake, and I pulled her along. When we surfaced, our bodies were pressed together, her wrists firmly trapped in my hand.
“You make it impossible for us to get along.” Her arms slipped through my fingers and she pushed me away, but I pulled her back. “I hate you.”
“That’s not what your eyes say.”
“My eyes?”
“Yes. Those curious eyes of yours that keep meddling where nobody invited them.”
“If you weren’t everywhere I am, you wouldn’t have to see them,” she retorted. “Besides, you were the one who got hard watching me take my clothes off. I just stated the obvious.”
“What? I didn’t get... okay, maybe my body had a natural reaction to seeing a half-naked woman.”
“Now I’m a woman?” She suddenly stopped struggling.
“As far as I know, yes.”
“I thought I was a girl. A brat,” she mocked.
“Most of the time,” I joked, but she huffed, irritated, and swam away from me, going deeper into the lake. I followed her, but she ignored me, so I pulled her back.
“Okay. You’re right,” I admitted. But she didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want your apology.” She looked at me.
“No?” I asked, watching her approach.
“I want you to admit it.”
“What exactly?” My eyes followed the gentle movement of her body beneath the water.
“Admit that you see me as a woman.”
“I already said that.”
“No. You said you naturally got aroused seeing a half-naked woman.” Her words seemed to flow like a river from her lips. “But I want you to admit that you felt aroused seeing me half-naked.”
Sam got so close that the ripples our bodies made in the water met.
“Why?” My voice came out deep and intense.
“I don’t know... Because I want to.”
I couldn’t help but smile, watching her try to control her own thoughts. I wanted to ravage them completely.
“Okay.” I looked around, stretching out the tension before continuing.
Her eyes locked on mine, eager for my words. It was clear how much she wanted to hear them.
“You’re an exuberant, intelligent, and extremely seductive woman—without even trying.” I paused to gauge her reaction. “And yes, I got very aroused seeing you half-naked.”
“Did it hurt?” Her eyes went from mine to my lips. And I wanted to say yes. It hurt. It’s a physical pain to admit thoughts out loud.
“No.”
“Was it the first time?” she whispered.
“No.”
“Do you want to kiss me now?”
“I do,” I said without hesitation.
Her golden eyes struck me with fierce intensity.
“But I won’t. I respect y—”
“That’s what I thought,” she said before wrapping her arms around my neck and claiming my lips with hers.
I let her lead. Let her decide whether to move forward, not knowing how much frustration I’d feel if she pulled back—even though that would be the right thing to do.
At first her kiss was desperate, but as soon as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, our lips found their rhythm. I should let her go. Should put space between us. But instead, I let the scene unfold like a madman.
“Detective…” she moaned against my lips. I pulled back, letting her decide what to do next.
“Tell me, girl.”
“I need you to forget about respect for a bit,” she breathed against my ear.
“Already forgotten.” My hand slipped to her ass, pulling her closer. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
I pulled her hard against me, because no matter how close we were, my body craved more. My heart pounded as if we stood on the edge of a cliff and my kiss was the only thing keeping her from falling.
Our bodies floated slowly while our minds drifted somewhere neither of us had been before.
I felt my back hit the bank and pulled us out of the water. I needed to get rid of anything keeping me from seeing her, feeling her.
Samantha propped herself on her elbows as I laid her on the damp grass and watched me peel off my soaked shirt. Her eyes dropped to my hardness, clearly visible through the wet fabric of my pants.
“Those eyes,” I grunted, lowering myself on top of her.
“Force of habit.” She could barely get the words out as my hardness pressed against her center.
“Treasures untouched by time.” My lips captured hers as I sucked her lower lip, my hands cupping her stiff nipples. They grew harder between my fingers with every passing second.
Samantha rocked her hips toward mine, responding every time I ground back against her.
“Girl, girl,” I moaned as her hand slid down my abdomen with purpose.
She moaned when her fingers found my hardness through my underwear. She stroked up and down, trying to tease me—as if the way she was looking at me while doing it wasn’t provocation enough.
I pushed her panties aside and slid my fingers into her slick folds—wetness that had nothing to do with the lake. Hot and slippery. Throbbing against my fingers. Samantha forgot her hands for a moment and simply surrendered to my touch.
My movements were strong and slow, finding the rhythm as her moans guided me to that dark place her mind was drifting toward. I wanted to make this last.
The sensation of soft, hot, wet skin against my fingers was intoxicating. Her chest rose and fell, and she clutched at the grass whenever I hit a certain spot—something I’d definitely explore in every way possible.
“Detective…” she let slip between moans.
I thrust my fingers inside her.
“It’s Connor,” I growled in her ear as my fingers pumped in and out. “Say it.”
I worked her entrance and her clit at the same time while she writhed beneath me.
“Come on, girl,” I whispered, sinking my fingers deep again. “Say it!”
“C-Con-Connor.” Her body tensed, and I pulled my fingers out and slid them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked them hard.
“Good girl,” I smiled, sliding my cock inside her. I felt her squeeze around me as she sucked my fingers harder and harder. When the sensation became too much, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, ready to cry out—but I pulled her by the neck and crushed my mouth to hers.
I kissed her slowly, our tongues battling for space just like our bodies. My cock throbbed inside her, ready to explode at any moment.
Sam seemed beyond her limit too, past the point of knowing how hard her nails were digging into my back. A bittersweet pain that came with the satisfaction of seeing her completely surrendered to me.
“I’m going to…” she barely had time to say before her whole body clenched around me.
Her hips surged forward as she pushed herself against me.
Not even a superhero could have held back at that moment.
My heart raced, my body tensed, and I growled like a wild animal as the hot release spilled between us and we both hit the peak together.
Whatever came of this night, Samantha hadn’t lied when she said she’d give me a memory to forget. I just didn’t know if I’d be able to.