Chapter 23
“I will not let a swimsuit defeat me.” ~ Rhett
Rhett
D akota fiddles with the strap on her bag as she stares up at me. “Do you want to come in?”
I step close until she’s pressed against the door to her suite. “Why? Do you want to discuss your swimming technique?”
I don’t know if my dick can handle discussing swimming with her. It’s about to burst out of my pants as it is after spending the past two hours watching her walk around in a wet, clingy swimsuit.
She bites her lip and I nearly come in my jeans. “Does my swimming technique need improvement?”
“You’ve got the doggy paddle down.” I pinch her chin. “How about I come inside and we have a nightcap?”
Her nose wrinkles. “You don’t drink and neither do I.”
I caress her cheek. “How about I come inside and we watch some television?”
“I only get two channels and they’re both fuzzy.”
I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Whatever will we do if I come inside?”
She shivers and I lick the spot behind her ear. “I-I-I don’t know.”
“I can think of a few ideas.” I bite her earlobe and she moans. “Unlock the door, Havoc.”
She blinks up at me for a few moments before whirling around to unlock the door. In her haste to get inside, she trips on the sill.
I catch her before she lands face first on the floor. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind while I kick the door shut.
“You okay?”
“Fine. The door hates me.”
I chuckle. “Sure. Let’s blame it on the door.”
She glances at me over her shoulder. “Who else are we going to blame?”
I smirk. “Not you, Havoc. Never you.”
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t be condescending, Mr. High and Mighty.”
I press my hard length into her back and her breath hitches. “I’m not being condescending. I’m moving on to the next portion of our date.”
“Did you plan this? Is this some big seduction scene? This is the third date and now it’s time for me to put out?”
I let her go before retreating. “I didn’t plan this. In fact, I hadn’t planned to seduce you again until you …”
I trail off before I can admit the truth. Until she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.
“Until I what?”
“Until you’re sure of me. Of us. You were hesitant to date me, and I don’t want to push you.” All true. Not what I was thinking, but still true.
She shakes her head and my cock deflates. It’s another cold shower for me tonight.
“You’re not pushing me. I was being a brat. Sometimes I’m…” She fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt.
My fingers itch to reach out and touch her. But I shove my hands in my pockets instead. I don’t want her to change her mind because her body wants me. I want her to change her mind because she wants me.
“What?” I ask.
“Sometimes I’m a bit overwhelmed by you. You’re a freaking millionaire.”
“I wasn’t born a millionaire. I understand struggling for money. I would never judge someone for struggling.”
She grunts. “Do you always have to say the perfect thing?”
I smirk. “No.”
“And you’re you.”
“It’s true. I am me.”
She frowns. “Don’t be cute. I mean. You’re you.” She motions toward my body. “And I’m me.” She waves a hand over herself.
I growl. “No one says nasty things about your body. Not even you. Your body is sexy as hell. I’ve been fighting a hard-on all afternoon.”
Her gaze drops to my crotch. “You have?”
“You were in a swimsuit. What did you expect?”
Dakota has no idea how sexy she is. Every man at the beach was mesmerized by her and she didn’t notice. It’s refreshing being with a woman who has no idea of the power she could wield over men.
But I don’t want her to feel self-conscious. I want her to own her body.
I stalk toward her and she retreats until her legs hit the sofa. I wind an arm around her waist before she falls. My Havoc is a klutz, but I don’t mind since it gives me the chance to catch her often. And I do enjoy catching her.
“Your swimsuit clung to your every curve. I was worried I’d have to go to the restroom and jack off before I exploded at some point.”
“You were?” She bites her bottom lip.
I tug her lip from her teeth. “Only I get to bite you.”
“Bite me? You want to bite me?”
I draw a hand up her side to her breast. “Starting here.” I move my hand down and around to her ass. “And moving on to here.”
Her eyes flare as I massage her ass.
“What do you want?”
She blinks up at me and I worry I pushed her too far. Dakota is feisty and stubborn, but she’s also hiding insecurities about her body and men.
Her insecurities about her body are easy to deal with. I plan to worship her body as often as she’ll allow. Until she knows how crazy she makes me.
Her insecurities about men aren’t as easily handled. Her dead husband screwed with her ability to trust men. It’ll take time for her to trust a man again. For Dakota, I’m willing to try to be patient.
“You,” she finally whispers and I have to lock my muscles before I pounce on her.
My cock protests. It heard green light and it’s ready to sink deep into Dakota’s warmth before pounding in and out of her until it explodes.
I inhale a deep breath before I listen to my cock. My body is not in charge here. I am.
I brush her wet hair from her face. “You have to tell me exactly what you want or I’m going to flip you over and bend you over this sofa.”
She shivers. “And then what?”
“And then I’m going to sink my cock into you while staring at your ass. Maybe I’ll slap it.”
“No one’s ever slapped me before.”
“Havoc, I’d be proud to be your first.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
She nods. “Okay. Bend me over the sofa.”
I nearly come at those words. I recite multiplication tables until I’m certain I’m not going to explode in my jeans.
“First, I’m going to strip you. Raise your hands.”
As soon as her hands are in the air, I rip her t-shirt off of her. Shit. She’s still wearing her one-piece swimsuit under her clothes. I fiddle with the straps as I try and figure out how to get this thing off of her.
She giggles. “Do you want me to do it for you?”
“I don’t think I have a choice. Your swimsuit appears more complicated than derivatives.” I give her some space.
She pushes her jeans down her legs and I can’t help myself from staring at her cleavage as she bends over. I’ve always been a breast man and Dakota has a magnificent pair. I plan to fuck them some day. She kicks off her shoes and jeans before grasping her swimsuit straps. She pulls them down her arms until her breasts pop out.
I reach for her but she shakes her head. “I’ll be naked in a jiff.”
Naked trumps topless. I drop my hand.
She tugs the straps down her body as she squirms this way and that until the swimsuit is a rolled up lump of wet material at her feet. “Tada.”
I pounce. I haul her to me before melding my lips to hers. She sighs and I thrust my tongue inside. I thread a hand through her hair as I explore her mouth. I want to devour her. Touch every inch of her mouth. Memorize each spot that has her wriggling in my arms.
Dakota reaches between us to snap my jeans open. She sticks her hand inside my swimming trunks and wraps a hand around my cock. I moan as she squeezes me.
I enjoy her hand around me for a few pumps before I shackle her wrist to stop her. “No.”
“No?” She pouts.
“I want to come when I’m inside you. Don’t you want me inside you?” Her eyes flare and I continue. “Pounding into your pussy. Filling you up until you can’t tell where I end and you begin. Making you see stars and scream my name.”
“I’m not a screamer.”
I smirk. “Challenge accepted.”
I pull her hand away from me so I can unzip my jeans and push my clothes down. Fuck. Condom. I nearly forgot. I reach for my jeans.
“What are you doing? Are you getting dressed again?”
“Need a condom,” I mutter as I dig through my pockets.
Dakota stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “No, you don’t.”
I glance up at her. Her cheeks flare. “I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone else but you in the past year. And I got tested after I found out my dead husband cheated on me with hookers.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m trusting you.” She doesn’t trust me completely yet but she will. I’ll prove to her I’m trustworthy.
I press a hard kiss against her mouth. “The first time is going to be quick.”
“I thought you were going to make me scream,” she sasses.
“Don’t worry. You’ll scream,” I grumble.
I grasp her hips and spin her around. I place a hand between her shoulder blades and press until she’s bent over the sofa. “Widen your legs.”
She doesn’t hesitate to follow my direction. Perfect. She’s fucking perfect.
I notch my cock at her entrance before sinking into her. Fuck. She feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I was addicted to Dakota before.
I was wrong.
Now, I’m addicted.