He shrugs. "Possibly your clothes have a sixth sense. ‘Hey, Christopher is here. We'd better disappear.’"
Narrowing my eyes at him, I cross my arms over my chest. "Are you trying to sweet talk me to do the nasty with you here in the pool?"
"It's not me, I swear." Pointing with his forefingers to his boxers, he adds, "It's him."
"Christopher Bennett, this is the most shameless idea you've had. And I'm totally on board with it."
"Ah, I knew your wild side was still there, waiting to resurface.”
"Wait, no one's gonna come, right?"
"Oh, we both will, Victoria."
My cheeks heat up. "You know what I mean. Don't mess with me."
"No one will come up here. The doorman told me no one else has been notified the pool is already open."
I relax a tad. "How is it that you make me want to be reckless?"
"I'm a known bad influence on those around me. I should've warned you before."
"Too late," I whisper. "You've already corrupted me."
He smiles ruefully. "Sweeter words were never spoken."
He advances toward me with determined strides, his grin stretching even more. His entire face lights up when he smiles, which he does often. "What are you thinking?"
"That you look beautiful when you smile." I wince, realizing what I just said. "Sorry, that sounded dopey."
"It sounded like a compliment. I happen to like those."
When he's close enough to me, I run my hands up and down his arms and over his chest.
Christopher tilts my head up, covering my mouth with his. Warm, soft and inviting. One of his hands rests on my hips as the other cups my cheek. His tongue probes and explores my mouth like I'm a dessert he intends to savor for as longs as possible. Damn, this man knows how to kiss.
His kiss has the power to turn me to putty in his hands, drive me blind with desire. When he pulls away, I'm left panting and needing more.
"Your lips are puffy. It suits you."
"Less talking," I admonish. "Kiss me some more."
"Someone's feisty tonight." He contours my mouth with his thumb, resting briefly on my lower lip. On a whim, I suck it in my mouth. "Feisty and naughty," he remarks.
"Very. What are you going to do about it?"
"First, I'm going to kiss you some more." He gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth before descending to my neck, continuing to my shoulders. Energy zaps through me, and it's as if a torch was lit inside me. Desire consumes me, red-hot and blazing. Feeling his breath against my skin while he tortures me with kisses is exquisite.
Lowering my hand between us, I reach into his boxers. He's so hard for me already. Christopher pauses in the act of kissing my shoulder as I drag my palm across the tip of his erection.
"Open your legs for me," he rasps.
I do as he says, and he slides closer to me, lowering his hand between us.
"My thong—"
In response, he just moves the portion of the thong covering my center to the side. "Problem solved," he whispers, sliding his fingers up and down my folds. Every nerve ending zips to life, ripe for pleasure, hungry for him.
"I want you to come like this." He circles my clit with his thumb, sliding two fingers inside, luring moans out of me. Maybe being around him the entire day has been foreplay, but I'm so close to falling over the edge, I'm almost embarrassed. His mouth leaves a trail of scorching hot kisses on my neck as he descends to my breasts, which are just above the water level. When he unclasps my bra, pushing it aside and sealing his lips over the peak of my breasts, I come so hard, I nearly black out.