“No. I enjoy you.”
That caught her attention. She whipped her eyes back over to mine and I grinned as her lips parted in shock. I reached up and tucked a strand of wispy air behind her ear, allowing my thumb to linger on her cheek just a little bit. Her skin flushed automatically. Her milky skin tinted with my touch and it made my cock ache for her. My jeans were strangling me, keeping my groin from growing to the size it wanted to be. It was possibly the only thing saving me from looking like an ass with such a beautiful woman in my lap.
“You hardly know me,” she snickered.
“I don’t have to. You helped save me, Jessica. You comforted me. Coaxed me. Held me in the palm of your hand until help arrived. It’s all I need to experience about you to know the kind of person you are. The kind of woman you are.”
I crooked my finger underneath her chin and slowly pulled her face closer. I felt her breath pulse against my lips. Felt her body move in time with my lead. She slid her hips closer to mine and it was all I could do to suppress a growl rising up my throat. I nuzzled her nose with the tip of mine as my lips ghosted against hers.
“May I kiss you?”
Without hesitation, her lips fell against mine. My hands slid underneath her and cupped her ass, drawing her even closer into me. Her arms threaded around my neck as our tongues connected, wasting no time in taking what we wanted. The straps of her dress fell down her shoulders and the skin of her body called to me. I broke our kiss and dropped my lips to her collarbone, nibbling and licking at the dip in her shoulder.
That was when I saw it. The bird tattoo on her left shoulder.
“What is that?” I asked.
I heard her panting as I kissed her neck, drawing my gaze back up to hers.
“The tattoo?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah. The tattoo.”
“Do you not like it?”
I squeezed her ass and ground her intentionally into my cock.
“Does it feel like I don’t like it?” I asked.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson that matched her soaked yellow dress wonderfully.
“It’s a crane. They symbolize love, purity, and hope. I grew up around here, and the small pond by my house had a couple of cranes that mated together every season. So, there were always baby cranes to gawk at when I was a kid.”
“Sounds beautiful,” I said.
“It was. Some of my favorite memories are sitting at the window and watching the baby cranes swim behind their mother. Or trying to fly. Or generally being clumsy in what they did.”
“Are you clumsy?” I asked, chuckling.
“More than I enjoy admitting sometimes.”
Her giggle was fantastic. It blanketed me in a sense of peace that was ironic, given the tattoo she chose for herself. I slid my hands down the backs of her bare thighs, taking in her smooth skin against my rough, callused hands. She gasped at the touch and her forehead fell to mine, then I slid my hands up her dress and cupped the perfect handfuls she had sitting behind her. The lacy panties drove me wild.
“Do you have any others?” I asked.
“Any other tattoos?”
“Mhm.”
I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs.
“I don’t know whether to disappoint you or whether to tell you to go looking,” she said.
I let out a groan I could no longer hold back as her panties floated off to the other side of the hot tub.
“Please let me explore,” I said. My eyes caught hers and a darkness blanketed them that made my cock scream to be released.
“Then by all means, go and try to find them,” she said.