“Because of the whole stranger-danger thing,” he teases, his eyes still burning in the darkness surrounding us.
I smile and lean toward him. “You didn’t ask me to get into a van, so I think I’m safe.”
“You better think twice about that. Nothing I want with you is innocent.” He smiles at me as the taxi pulls to a stop.
My mouth opens just a little in surprise when I see the house. It’s massive, on the ridiculous level. Of course, I attracted another producer or moviemaker. What did he say he does?
“Pretty nice, right?” He extends his hand, then pulls me out of the taxi, so I have to catch myself on his chest.
“It’s…a lot.”
I keep staring at it, the gated driveway, the high fences. Not what I was expecting. Chase’s hand slides down my spine, caressing my lower back as his lips brush my ear. It sends shivers across my skin and my heart starts thumping.
“I’m not this fancy, though. All this is my brother’s, who’s a movie guy. I’m just visiting until my arm heals,” he explains. I turn to face him and feel his nose brush mine. “I’m just the guy in the pool house,” he whispers.
I can’t stop the smile as it spreads over my face. “I’m starting to think you’re dangerous, Chase.”
“Last chance to jump in the cab.” His low tone, the way he watches me with hunger, makes me shake my head. He grins. “Good.”
With that, he leads me around the side of the house to the gate. As he tries to type, I whisper random numbers until he arches an eyebrow at me. “If you want to distract me, you have to do better than that.”
The gate slowly retracts, letting us into the backyard. It takes my breath away. The pool is huge with tempting blue water, practically glowing against the well-manicured grass. Everything is still and calm. The main house is dark except for one lonely light on the top floor. I almost ask, but Chase cups my cheek in his hand.
I turn to face him and his lips mold to mine. There’s nothing soft about this man, not his muscled body, not his hand sliding into my hair to grip and pull, and definitely not his mouth. He kisses me like he can conquer me with his tongue alone, fierce and hot and controlling.
No one has ever kissed me so aggressively, but when his teeth catch my bottom lip, my body turns to goo. My pussy floods with heat and I can’t help but cling to him. My skin explodes into goose bumps and I welcome his hand on my ass, pulling me against him fully.
The chill in the air isn’t why I shiver. My trembling is completely Chase’s doing. He’s aman, one who knows exactly what he wants and will take it when given the opportunity. And right now what he wants isme.His kiss alone gets my thong soaked.
He draws back and watches as I lean in for more. I bite my lip and he smiles. “You look a little hot. Maybe you should hop into the pool to fix that.”
“I don’t know if the pool will fix what I’m feeling,” I tease.
“And what are you feeling, Sylvia?” He practically purrs as I slip a toe into the pool.
I blink a few times, almost forgetting the fake name I gave him. But I smile at him over my shoulder. “If you don’t know, then I’m not going to tell you. It would ruin the fun.”
He rolls his eyes and goes to check the water temperature. I take that opportunity to slide my dress over my head and toss it to the side. The cool air hardens my nipples and embraces my bare skin. It takes another second to slip free of my wet panties.
Chase says something I don’t hear. I’m already diving in. The water welcomes me, swirling around my skin as I come up to breathe. The water’s nice and warm. Chase laughs from the deck and shakes his head.
“What if the water had been freezing?”
I skim across the water toward him, bracing my arms on the deck as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “Then you would have had to come warm me up. Or gotten a show as I jumped out squealing.”
He laughs again and I find myself smiling, effortlessly. His laugh, his happiness, it’s contagious. I bite my lip as I watch him ease out of the sling and then take off his shirt. Ugh, he looks delicious—strong shoulders and arms, muscles rippling from chest to the V cut of his hips.
“And now I’m the one getting a show.” I flirt shamelessly.
Chase strikes a pose. “I’d tell you to get out some ones, but I don’t like wet money.”
His hands work his pants, unbuckling his slacks, then everything comes down all at once. Anticipation builds in me until he steps closer, meeting my gaze without hesitation. He has no reason to be ashamed of his nakedness. Even his semi-hard cock is impressive as hell.
My mouth waters as he jumps in, full cannonball. I laugh and turn so my back is against the wall of the pool. He closes the distance between us, then just stares at me as beads of water drop from his damp hair and roll down his jaw. I’d like to lick them off.
There’s something about Chase that makes me feel primal and needy, something about him that turns me into lust personified. Chase pushes my hair from my face and kisses my temple. “I think you’re a siren, Sylvia.”
“Jocks shouldn’t think too hard.”