I dunked his head, and he splashed a wall of water my way.
I felt like a kid.
I felt mischievous.
Most of all, I felt . . . happy.
When he finally swam forward and wrapped an arm around my waist, he said huskily in my ear, “You know, you get sassier every day.”
Even though the water was cold, my body heated the moment he touched me.
Weird thing was, he didn’t sound unhappy about my behavior at all.
CHAPTER 14
SETH
The whole fucking friend thing was about to kill me.
Dating Riley Montgomery was pretty much the most torturous thing I’d ever done.
“Damned if I’m with her, and even more damned when I’m not,” I grumbled as I turned my back to the showerhead and rinsed the soap from my body.
My cock was hard, and my balls were blue whether I was with her or not. I’d conjured some pretty amazing fantasies over the last few weeks. Unfortunately, those sexy fictional occurrences just weren’t cutting it anymore.
Never really had.
The only thing they accomplished was taking a little bit of the edge off.
I tried not to think about the fact that right now, Riley was down the hall, in another bathroom in my house, stark naked. Once we’d returned to my place after our impromptu swim, I’d sent her to a guest bathroom because she wanted a warm shower.
It had taken everything I had not to yank her into the master-bathroom shower with me.
I promised not to push.
Sadly, I hated myself for giving her my word on that. Every. Single. Day.
There wasn’t ever a moment when I didn’t want to strip her naked and fuck her against a wall. Hard.
Or in my bed.
Or on the kitchen table.
Or in the damn shower, exactly where I was right now.
Problem was, she was in another damn bathroom.
If I wanted to be truthful, I could have easily pulled her onto the dock and banged her on the spot.
After I’d pulled her body against me in the water, I’d been completely fucked.
It was the first time those beautiful curves had been plastered against my body, and I’d felt her capitulate almost immediately.
She was starting to trust me.
So even though it had been physically painful to back off, I had.
The trade-offs were worth the pain. In the last few weeks, I’d seen Riley start to let go, have fun, and let down her guard.
Unfortunately, it made her an even greater temptation.
Seemed like I favored gorgeous women with curly red hair and curves that would tempt an angel to fall. Not to mention her sharp mind, her quirky sense of humor, and, now that I knew her, her empathy.
“Son of a bitch!” I ground out.
I wasn’t used to wanting a woman so damn badly that I could barely rein myself in.
I wrapped my hand around my painfully hard cock, knowing that I needed to blow off some steam.
I closed my eyes as I conjured up an image of Riley, naked, needy, and moaning while I had my head between her quivering thighs.
She was about to come, and I was fucking elated when she started to scream my name.
“Oh, God, Seth. Please. Make me come.”
I stroked my cock harder. There was nothing as hot as imagining Riley coming apart because I’d made it happen.
“Yes, please!”
She threw her head back, her fiery hair cascading on a white pillow, her face euphoric as she exploded.
So beautiful.
So damn . . . mine.
She came down from her climax slowly, and when she was finally recovered, she yanked on my hair. “I need you to fuck me, Seth. Now!”
Her voice was low, covetous, and demanding. She didn’t have to ask me twice.
I fucking loved seeing her out of control.
Greedy.
Hungry.
Focused on getting what she wanted.
Because I was about to get something I really wanted, too.
I could feel my balls tightening as I slumped against the wall of the shower.
“Tell me what you want, gorgeous,” I prompted as I crawled up her silken, curvy body that I couldn’t seem to get enough of.
I placed my cock against her tight opening.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You,” she said in a raspy voice filled with desire. “I just want you, Seth.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I gave Riley exactly what she wanted, and was immediately enveloped in the wet, scorching-hot slide that I never wanted to end.
Riley.
So damn hot. So damn beautiful.
I looked at her, and I groaned as I saw the uninhibited, primal joy on her face.
As I sped up my pace, I knew I was claiming her with every single thrust.
Riley was mine. And I was determined that she always would be.
“Shit!” I groaned as I opened my eyes to see my own volatile release fly up and then circle down the drain.
I turned around and slammed my fist against the wall in frustration.
I never got to the end of the fantasy.
In my mind, it felt too damn good to be inside Riley not to come.
Unfortunately, it was pretty much the same with most of my imaginative, carnal illusions about Riley.
As I rinsed myself off, I had to wonder if getting myself off was even worth it anymore, whether having an orgasm was worth the frustration.
I got out and grabbed the first pair of jeans I could find and a navy sweatshirt.
Riley is probably downstairs by now.
I made it out of the bedroom and downstairs in a matter of moments.
I could hear Riley in the kitchen, so I headed in that direction.
Once I hit the entrance, I stopped abruptly, staring at the shapely ass that was currently making a cup of tea.
Her skinny jeans were tight, so how could I resist staring at the way that gorgeous ass was on full display?
Riley’s hair was down, and apparently still drying, judging by the slightly darker red color. It was just starting to curl, and I had to clench my fists to stay in place and not move forward to bury my hands in the beautiful damp tresses.
The short, pretty baby-pink sweater she had put on barely reached the waistband of her jeans, and because it slid down one shoulder, I was guessing she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Jesus Christ!
I knew I was salivating, but what single, red-blooded male wouldn’t be?
“Sorry I took so long,” I said thickly as I entered the kitchen and tore my eyes away from her body. “I see you found something to wear.”
She turned, and I couldn’t help it, my eyes went directly to her breasts.
Riley wasn’t wearing a bra. I confirmed it when I saw the subtle outline of her nipples against the pink fabric. It wasn’t a heavy sweater.
“Eyes on my face, please,” she requested firmly.
I’d gotten caught eyeing her breasts, but I didn’t feel one damn bit repentant.
“Hard not to look.” I moved my gaze up to her face.
I was rewarded by the adorable pink tint that colored her cheeks.
Riley wasn’t the flirtatious type, so if I threw her any kind of compliment, she blushed.
Her reaction was incongruous since she was outspoken and blunt in most every other way.
“The jeans, whoever they belong to, are too tight. They’re definitely made for someone smaller. The sweater, too,” she said flatly as she turned back toward the coffeepot. “Do you want some coffee?”
“Yeah, I’ll take one.”