Chapter 21 #2
I brace myself with one hand on the back of the patio chair, kicking off my shoes and shuffling out of my socks.
He gives me a quizzical look. “Oh. Did you change in your van already? I didn’t see you go in the guesthouse.”
I reach down, pulling my hoodie up and over my head, revealing my sports bra.
His eyes flare while he watches me undress. “No, wait,” he says, raising his hand to object, “that’s not what I meant.” I loop my fingers into the waistband of my sweats and drop them to the ground, leaving me in just my tight boy shorts.
I step right over him, plucking his beer out of his hand, and lowering myself into the steaming water, sitting right next to him. We’re shoulder to shoulder and our thighs press against each other under the water.
“I hope you have more of these,” I say, taking a pull from his beer.
He rolls his eyes and his low laugh makes his shoulders shake. “I don’t know why I’m ever surprised by you. You know you could have thrown a swimsuit on first? It’s not like I was going to leave before you came back.”
“What? Are you complaining about what I’m wearing?
” I relax into the water, desperate to soothe my aching muscles and joints.
I arch my back and roll my shoulders, trying to stretch out.
The motion pops my breasts out of the water and I notice the way his eyes drift down.
“I can still go in and change. Or maybe I could just take this off.”
I run a finger under the strap of my bra, inching it down my shoulder. His eyes track the movement and I see his pupils darken. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me topless before.”
I watch as he looks up with lust in his eyes as a crimson flush creeps across his cheeks. He shakes his head slowly.
“I couldn’t care less what you’re wearing.
I just want you around me, all the time,” he says, blunt and matter of factly.
The way his eyes comb over me only heats my body more, even in the hot water.
He turns, reaching toward a small metal bucket on the edge of the hot tub.
The motion shows off the toned muscles of his back, his wet hair clinging to the nape of his neck.
Somehow he looks even better like this than in the gym, satisfying my goldilocks needs: not too muscular, not too lean, just right.
He pulls another beer from the ice bucket and twists off the top, tipping it at me. “And we have plenty of beer.”
He takes a long swig from the bottle before setting it on the edge of the patio and hot tub. I look around us, noticing the snowflakes melting as soon as they hit the steaming stones. “Heated concrete? Nice touch.”
He shrugs. “It’s not a long walk from the house to here, but it’s nice not having to clear it all the time. Paying your brother to plow my driveway is one thing, but I don’t want him out here with a snowblower or shovel all the time. So, how was your day skiing?”
I raise a brow, clasping my beer in both hands in front of me just above the bubbling water lapping at my chest. “I know you said we could talk, but you really want to know how my day was?”
He leans toward me and I see that look of conviction in his eyes. His gaze makes my pulse quicken and my hands fidget with the peeling label of the beer bottle.
“I want to learn every little thing about you.” His voice is low and commanding, leaving no doubt that he intends to do just that.
I take a sip of my beer, drumming my fingertips along the neck of the bottle. “Well, you know I have no problem oversharing.”
I stretch out more, pressing my thigh against his.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth and looks down into the water where our legs are touching.
I reach out, running my fingertips over his shoulder to play with the strands of hair hanging over his ear and I can feel his pulse pounding in his neck.
His eyes flick back to mine. “Grace, I need to know you want this. I need to know—”
I lower my hand, pressing it to his chest. “Stop. I already told you, I can handle myself. I know what I want and I know my limits. Don’t give me those weak ‘I’m your boss’ or ‘I’m friends with your brothers’ or ‘you’re too young’ excuses.”
He swallows and nods slowly. “If you’re sure—”
I cut him off again. “I’m not the one you need to be worried about. It’s you I’m worried about. I need to know you’re sure because I’m not going to waste time on a boy who can’t make up his mind. I am interested in a man that knows what he wants.”
His nostrils flare and he grins at me. “So I guess there’s no one back home in Park City then, is there?”
“Nope, hopelessly single,” I say, watching his grin grow wider. “What about you? No girlfriend at any of your houses all over the country?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve been holding out for someone that caught my eye months ago. So yes, I’m sure.”
That admission sends a spark down my spine to my achingly needy core. I can practically feel the tension between us about to snap.
“Good,” I say breathily, running my other hand through his hair, “now do what you’ve been dying to.”
He gives me a confused look.
I groan and roll my eyes. “Do I have to spell it out for you again?”
I reach down with both hands, peeling my wet sports bra off and over my head, flinging it behind me.
I turn and throw my leg over him so I’m straddling his lap.
He looks up at me in stunned disbelief. His eyes dart between my bare chest and my lips, before locking back on my eyes.
I wrap my arms around his neck, smirking down at him, watching his chest heave with each breath.
“You are never short on surprises,” he says, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Maybe you need to stop being surprised that I’m into you.” I lean forward, bringing my lips to his ear, breathing in that bergamot scent. “Now just kiss me already, Tommy.”
This time, he doesn’t hesitate.
He palms my waist with one hand and my skin tingles at the touch of his strong, calloused hand on my side.
His other hand cups the nape of my neck, bringing our mouths together in a hot, longing kiss.
This one is even more electric than the first, his tongue already deep in my mouth, gliding over mine.
His hand slides up over my ribs, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way.
I lace my fingers into his shaggy hair and I pull our bodies closer, feeling my nipples drag over his hard chest, sending another jolt of electricity through me.
I break the kiss, both of us panting to catch our breath. Our eyes meet and I can see the hunger consuming him, completely laid bare.
I lean back, pressing myself into his hard erection under me. The friction against my throbbing clit through my shorts isn’t enough and just has me needing more. He groans and his eyes drop to my chest and a little laugh escapes my lips.
“Play with them. I know you want to,” I say, smirking at him.
He looks back up at me with a feral grin. “You have no fucking idea.”
His lips find mine again while he cups one of my breasts in his hand.
I whimper into his mouth when he rolls the tight bud between his thumb and fingertips, putting pressure on my piercing.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, our tongues stroking and flicking each others.
His other hand firmly grasps the curve of my ass, his fingers dancing along the hem of my underwear.
I feel the snow falling down around us hitting my exposed back, bringing my nerves to a fever pitch.
Every single thing is stimulating me right now.
And I still need more.
I spread my legs open, grinding myself down against his hard length, back and forth, building that tension even higher.
He presses his forehead to mine, letting out a moan. “Fuck, Rainbow. You’re going to make me come in my pants again.”
“Again?” I ask, my eyes whipping up to meet his. Did he just say that? He must see the question in my eyes.
“Last night, on the phone. I meant it. I want you,” he says, pushing his cock against me, giving both of us another jolt of pleasure. His eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a ragged breath.
I reach down between us, dipping my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. “I think your dick and I are on the same page.”
He lets out a huff of laughter, but grabs my wrist, stopping me from going further. I look up at him, alarm flashing across my face. He shakes his head, but smirks at me.
“Believe me, I want nothing more than to be buried in you right now.” I graze the tip of his hard cock with my nails, prompting him to close his eyes and shudder.
He takes a deep breath, pulling his gaze from my hand between us and meets my eyes again.
“But the first time I fuck you isn’t going to be in a hot tub. ”
My shoulders sag and I let out a long, desperate sigh, my head dropping into the crook of his neck. I nuzzle into him, whispering into his ear. “Fine, but I need more than this right now.”
He chuckles to himself and I pull back to see him wearing that same feral grin. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.”
To my surprise, he grips my ass in his big, strong hands, and turns me around in his lap so I’m facing away from him. “Now take these off for me.”
I look back over my shoulder, enjoying the way his eyes are fixed on me. “Sure thing, Boss.”
Slowly, I slide my shorts down and set them on the side of the hot tub. His eyes stay transfixed on me, tracing the long floral tattoo running down from my shoulder, over my ribs, and to my waist.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he pants, his voice low and raspy.