Chapter 20
SWAYZE
Sharing the bed for one night has me fucked already.
One goddamn night.
What was I thinking, chilling out beside her on the pool bed this morning?
Spoiler alert, I wasn’t. I just can’t help but want to be near her.
Even while lying here, the ocean glittering ahead of us, the sun reflecting on the pool, in absolute paradise, all I see is her.
Her tanned thighs shining in the sun, reminding me of how she slept curled into me all night. The way she threw that leg over mine, exposing that delicious ass, barely—and I mean barely—covered in tiny black lace panties.
Her hands fly over her laptop, long fingernails clicking away furiously. Those same nails dug into my chest while she slept, like she was trying to claw her way into my heart, as if she wasn't already settled in there.
I’d have more hope of Hell freezing over than of extracting her.
Believe me, I spent years trying.
But that’s not even my biggest issue right now.
Her mouth is.
Those lips will be the death of me.
She hasn’t said a word, her gaze fixed on her laptop screen. But those shiny plump lips are parted in a perfect little O.
They’re all I see.
All I want.
She’s calling to all my baser instincts and the more time we spend together, the harder I’m finding it to keep them at bay.
If she doesn’t close that mouth soon, I can’t be held accountable for my actions. I want to cup that beautiful face and watch my hard cock slip between those lips, inch by inch.
I want to stare into her stunning eyes while she chokes on it.
Everything in me needs to fuck her again.
This time with no barriers. No secrets.
The ache to come inside her is constant now.
Desperate.
Primal.
Just her and me on this lounger.
Marking her as mine under the stars.
But more than that, I want to let the whole universe know I’m hers. To see that reflected in her eyes. I want her trust and her heart, two things I know she guards with her life. If she’d let me have them, I’d keep them the safest of all.
Cool it, man. Get your shit together. You're about to start panting like a dog.
“So, uhhhh, whatcha working on today?”
Finally, she turns to me, a little smile playing on her lips.
“Ohhh this? It’s a little dating how don’t list. Apparently, Dickonomics spurred a whole wave of emails talking about worst dates, so Jen asked me to compile a little cheat sheet to help the undateables get their shit together.
Which reminds me, what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?
” She lowers her sunglasses, spearing me with her intense gaze.
Those beautiful eyes sparkle like gems, almost purple in the sun.
“I don’t date.” Not a lie.
“Oh, come on. You must’ve been on some over the years. You asked me on a date!” She grins smugly, like she’s caught me in a lie.
Chuckling, I shrug. “Angel, you’re the exception, not the rule.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, a flush blooming on her pretty cheeks.
“Yeah, suuuurrrree, Deputy Heartthrob.”
I’ve always hated that stupid nickname, but it’s even worse hearing it spill out of her mouth. It’s just another hurdle preventing her from seeing who I am. Who we could be, together.
Nope, we’re not going to spiral down that emotional wormhole.
I distract myself by peering over her shoulder at the screen, where a particular rule catches my eye.
“Sooooo, you think I’m ridiculously hot, huh?”
“Hey!” She slams her laptop shut with a mock glare, setting it down beside her before shoving me playfully.
“That’s enough work for today, Mia.” I grab her arm and tug her on top of me before rolling us both into the pool.
She squeals, clinging onto me in surprise as we both resurface, laughing.
“I can’t believe you did that, you dick.”
Chuckling, I lower my face to hers so we’re almost nose to nose.
“You looked like you needed to cool off a little. Can’t be easy sitting next to someone so ridiculously hot and all.”
She throws her head back, laughing hard before launching herself at me to try and dunk me underwater.
Nice try, but all she’s actually doing is motorboating me with her tantalizing tits.
Now we’re both gonna need to cool off.
I tickle her ribs until she giggles and lets go. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her back in the water, swimming away, laughing like a smug prick.
“You ass! You’ve ruined my hair. You’ll pay for that.”
“You’ll have to catch me first, Vixen.” Glancing back with a grin, I catch her eyes flash with defiance as she dives underwater. Stopping to give her a chance to catch me, I realize she hasn’t surfaced, staying under for a surprising length of time.
Too long.
Why isn’t she coming up for air? Is she ok?
“Mia?”
Heart racing, I spin around just in time for her to jump out and body slam into me, sending us both under again.
“You think that’s funny, huh?” Tugging her toward me, her legs automatically circle my waist in the water.
“Your face was pretty fucking funny, Wolfie.”
“Oh yeah? Is it funny now?”
I crowd her against the side of the pool, caging her between my arms. With her thighs locked around me, my cock is happily pinning her in place, growing to mark this momentous occasion, as she tilts her head, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“This is giving déjà vu vibes.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” My voice comes out rough, lower than normal. I push my now rock hard dick against her and her pupils dilate, that perfect mouth falling open in a gasp.
Fuck it.
I lower my mouth to hers, and she tilts her head, a bolt of electricity shooting through me as our lips brush.
Groaning, I cup her jaw, my tongue exploring hers while she rocks into me, grinding herself on my aching dick.
I pull back just enough to take her in—her face flushed, lips pink and swollen from my kiss. The eyes I love so much, now so dark they’re almost black.
“That’s it, baby. Use me. Take what you need.”
Her head falls back with a moan and I’m right there, skimming her neck with my lips, unable to resist the urge to sink my teeth into the soft flesh there.
She hisses out a yes.
My vixen likes a little pain, huh?
I bite down harder and her breath catches when I suck her skin. She buries her hand in my hair, gripping it tightly to anchor herself while she grinds faster.
Fuck, she’s gonna make me blow my load if I’m not careful.
Her chest heaves, enticing me to tug one of the leopard print cups to the side, her tit spilling out, and I finally see the sexy piercing I felt at Halloween.
I’ve been dreaming of this piercing.
As she arches her back, I trap that naughty bar between my teeth, gently tugging before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
The sound she makes is so fucking hot, I almost spill right there. Sucking harder, I grind my dick into her, dry humping—or wet humping, since we’re technically in a pool—like a teenager with his first crush.
Her breaths quicken and her eyelids fall shut. My girl’s gonna come so good and I’m not even inside her yet.
RIIINNNG.
The sound of the damn room phone shocks us apart. Mia’s eyes snap to mine, morphing into horror.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Swayze.”
She doesn’t give me a second to respond before hurriedly scrambling out of the pool and running inside to answer.
That does it.
That phone’s swimming with the fishes tonight.