Chapter 8
“I t’s after midnight . The pool is closed.” I say to Tim as we ride the elevator up to the rooftop pool.
“And?” He smirks.
“And it’s cold outside.”
Tim smirks, showing off his dimples, reaches for the lapels of my robe, and pulls me close.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you have me to heat you up.” His lips brush against mine with a featherlight touch, making me yearn to feel more. To feel his body pressed against mine again.
The elevator stops, and the doors open. Afraid someone will see us, I move away from Tim like he’s on fire and look out onto the empty rooftop. Dim lights illuminate the vacated area.
“This is creepy,” I whisper when Tim steps out and holds the elevator doors open for me.
“Hurry,” he says. “You don’t want to anger the ghost that haunts the elevator.”
I lunge at him, knocking into his chest. Tim laughs as he catches me and wraps me in his arms. “You’re trembling.”
“Isn’t there anything in this town that isn’t haunted? The cemetery, the prison, and this stupid elevator.”
“I was joking.” He smiles, smoothing my hair.
“Not funny!” I narrow my eyes at him.
“It landed you in my arms, so I don’t regret it.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he looks straight down, not into my eyes, but at my cleavage. “I want to keep you as close as possible,” he whispers, untying the robe’s belt and opening it wide to expose me in my tankini.
Flames burn hot and bright in his eyes. I don’t know what he thinks he sees, but he must be looking through beer goggles. I pull my robe closed and step backward, away from him.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head and fold my arms across my chest. This is so not the time to hear Corey’s voice in my head. But it’s there. Loud and clear.
“Bailey,” he whispers, causing my skin to prickle with bumps as he closes in on me and opens my robe again. “You have a kick-ass body. Nice and curvy.” His hands slide over my shoulders and push the robe down so that the neck hangs down to my lower back. “I want to see you.” He snakes his arm around my waist and holds me against him. “I want to see all of you.” He whispers in my ear, his warm breath turning me to goo.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, searching for courage as I allow the robe to fall in a puddle at my feet.
Tim’s eyes crawl up and down my body, soaking me in. His pupils are large and dilated.
“The only thing better than looking at you in that suit,” he says with his hands on my hips, his voice thick, “will be seeing you out of it.”
I don’t say anything. How can I? I want to hold his attention, but I don’t know how to. I feel like a preschooler in a college class. I’m out of my element and way out of my league.
“I thought you wanted to go swimming.” I try to change the subject and get his focus off of my body.
“Come.” He leads me by the hand and stops in front of a hot tub next to the far end of the pool. “I said let’s go up to the pool. I never said a thing about swimming.”
“If you don’t want to swim— Oh.” I feel myself blush with the realization. He doesn’t want to talk to get to know each other. He wants to get to know each other in a much more intimate way.
“You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.” Tim lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it on a nearby lounge chair. I have a hard time pulling my eyes from his sculpted body. He looks like an athlete. Strong, broad shoulders. Washboard abs. A narrowed waist. Without thinking, I stretch my hands out and rest them on the warm skin of his solid chest.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me close, dips his head down, and presses his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. I stand on my tippy toes and clasp my hands around his neck.
Breaking away from the kiss, Tim scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the hot tub. The water bubbles around us as he takes a seat on the bench, holding me sideways on his lap.
“What if we get caught? We’ll get in trouble.”
He chuckles, the warm sound rumbling in his chest. “We’re not going to get sent to the principal’s office if that’s what you’re worried about. We’ll be told to leave and not come back when there isn’t a lifeguard on duty.”
“Are you sure that’s all?” I feel immature and foolish. “We won’t get arrested for trespassing?”
“You’re a guest at the hotel, aren’t you?” I nod. “Haven’t you ever broken the rules?” He asks, still looking amused.
I shrug. “Of course.”
“And? Did you like how it felt?”
“Once upon a time I did. Like when I was in middle school, and I explored empty houses in my neighborhood as they were being built with some of my friends. We’d pretend they were our clubhouses and hang out in them.”
“Did you ever get caught?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Then think of this as an upscale clubhouse that no one but us is invited to.”
My belly tightens. He makes the proposition of doing something wrong so alluring. “Do you break the rules often?”
He shakes his head. “Not nearly often enough.”
I can’t tell if that answer should worry me.
His lips brush along my shoulder. Afraid I’ll start to overthink what I’m doing and panic if we stop talking, I ask, “What’s your favorite color?”
“Gray.” He answers. “More specifically, the gray of your eyes. Looking into them this close, they’re gray, but with specs of blue and green in them. Like miniscule fragments of sea glass.”
I release a breath. He makes me sound beautiful. His lips travel up and down the side of my neck, causing an internal inferno to ignite.
“Your turn.” He whispers, kissing the area behind my ear. “Favorite comfort food?”
“Watermelon,” I moan, not even caring that his hands slide under the hem of my top and splay on my belly. “Cold, sweet watermelon,” I answer breathlessly as he inches my suit top up.
When I realize what he’s doing, I’m seized by fear, frozen in place. In a matter of seconds, my top is off, and he's giving my soft middle a long look.
I’m so uncomfortable, I can’t take it any longer. “Please stop.”
Everything stops; his lips, his hands, even his breathing seems to have halted with my words. I see the confusion on his face. He thinks I don't want this. That I'm rejecting him.
"I mean my body.” My eyes drop. “Please don’t stare."
“Why not?” He narrows his eyes at me.
I can’t look in his eyes any longer. “I’m fat.”
“You’re gorgeous and sexy. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body.”
I try to evaluate his motive. Is he going to mock me? Make fun of me the way Corey would? I don't get that sense. Before I can think of anything else to say, he turns me on his lap so that I’m straddling him, dips his head, and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
He fills his other hand with my other breast, squeezing gently and pinching my nipple.
"Is this okay?" he whispers.
The sensation his mouth elicits from my breasts makes me think he has electrodes on his tongue.
“Yes.” I don’t recognize my breathy voice. “What do you do?” I gasp with pleasure. “For a living, I mean.”
“I’m in customer service,” he answers, continuing to lathe my breasts with his mouth and tongue. “I strive to please.”
I don’t say anything. Not with words. Instead, I rock my hips over him. He leans his head back and, pressing his lips into a thin line, closes his eyes and moans.
“Bailey,” Tim’s hands slip under my hair and fan it behind my shoulders. “I’m aching to be inside you.”
There’s a tightening in my belly and an unfamiliar throbbing between my legs.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, nervous my admission is going to send him running.
“Sex?”
“A one-night stand.”
“Mmm.” With his hands on my hips, he considers my words as he continues to guide me over his lap. “Nothing more has to happen.”
I wind my fingers through his hair, staring into his hooded eyes. He looks like he’s under a spell. He must be if I have this kind of effect on him.
“I never said I didn’t want to. I just said I never had.”
“Why does it have to be a one-night stand?”
“What else could it be?”
“What if I want to be with you for as long as you're here?”
Without a word, I get off his lap and stand in front of him in the shallow water. I don’t miss the disappointed look that settles in his eyes and on his face. Enjoying the role of a sex goddess, I hook my fingers into the bottom of my bathing suit.
Tim’s hungry eyes are glued to me as I shift my hips side to side and slide it down my legs, baring myself completely to him. He looks me over, his mouth open and breathing hard. I ignore the tiny part of me that still worries someone might find us here, caught in the moment. Although I don’t want to admit it, the thought sets me on fire.
In a flurry of movement, he maneuvers his suit down his legs and tosses it outside of the hot tub. My eyes lock in on his long, thick shaft. I don’t know if the water magnifies his size, but he's so much bigger and thicker than Corey. So much bigger than anyone I've ever seen in real life before.
“Music,” I pant.
“You want music?” He trails the back of his fingers down my breast and over my nipple. “Let me get my phone.”
“No.” I shake my head, swallowing hard. “What do you like?”
“Oh. Alternative,” he whispers.
His penetrating eyes are on fire as he looks deep into mine while leaning back and stroking himself. I can't force my eyes away. I don't want to. Watching him touch himself with me as his inspiration is incredibly erotic.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” His voice drops. It’s deep and gravelly and betrays his desire.
“Yes!” I answer, my heart pounding.
“Good. Because this is all I wanted to do since I saw you walking the hall in your robe.” He pulls me to him and repositions me on his lap. I’m so focused on him, on the smooth way his muscles ripple as he moves, I don’t hear his question. “Bailey,” he gently tugs on my hair.
“Huh?”
“Did you have anything on under that robe?” His hand reaches between my legs, his delicate touch startling me.
“No.” I lean my head back and arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him.
“I knew it,” he growls, pinching my nerve bundle and nipping on my shoulder. “Did you want to open your robe for me last night?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Right there in the hall? Where anyone could see?”
I nod and breathe heavier. “I went to bed thinking about you and dreamt of you touching me.”
“Like this?” he whispers, spearing two fingers inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion. “Yes!” I answer with a moan. Closing my eyes, losing myself to the building sensation.
Something’s changed inside me. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I feel sexy. Excited to have my body on display for this man who seems to enjoy it.
“Bailey, what are you doing to me?” My eyes open and lock on his. “I’ve never been this hard, and I’m losing control. Last chance.” His fingers stop, then withdraw as he looks into my eyes for a long moment and licks his lips. “Are you sure you want this?”
I’m not sure if it’s the warm water encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone, the strange way my body reacts to this man, or the adventure of doing something downright naughty .
“Yes.”
His hand reaches under my hair, holding the base of my head as his tongue licks my neck, sending shivers through me. His lips burn a trail from my ear down to my collarbone as his large head looms at my entrance.
I shift my hips, using my eyes to beg for more. To beg him to enter me. I need to be closer.
His eyes lock on mine, and I couldn’t look anywhere but at him, even if I wanted to. I feel a deep connection to him. There is a myriad of emotions in his eyes—heat, lust, and something more. Something that touches me deep inside and holds me captive.
“Please!” I plead, waiting with bated breath for him to make the final move.
Searching my eyes, he rubs his head between my folds before he slowly inches his full length inside. After giving me a moment to adjust to his size, he holds my hips and moves me up and down until I hold his shoulders and take over.
“I’m going to cum in no time watching you ride me.”
“Then cum.” I’m gloating because Corey never made me feel so beautiful. He never looked at my body with such hunger when I was naked. This man is making me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I’m a woman that men fantasize about.
“Not before you.”
He moves swiftly to change places with me. After turning us around so that I’m the one sitting, he leans his body over mine, pulls me to the edge of my seat so that my bottom is mostly off, then enters me again. Once inside, a look of relief washes over his face.
With long, fluid strokes, Tim brings me to a place I’ve never been. All that exists in this moment is him, me, and carnal need.
“You feel so good. So warm and silky.”
His eyes stay glued to mine. He stares at me like no one else exists. Like the rest of the world is in another galaxy. The intensity of his stare makes me feel like he can see through me. See what I'm thinking. What I'm feeling. That I’m becoming a slave to his rhythm. I moan. Whimper. Beg him to never stop.
“You feel perfect. Like you were made just for me.”
I am lost to him.