“I doubt you’ll screw anything up.”
“Oh really?” I wiped my mouth with my napkin and leaned back on my hands. “I think the surprise baby growing in my belly is a testament to the contrary.”
He shrugged. “We had a lot of unprotected sex. Neither of us had ever done something like that before. So…I don’t know. The baby is a surprise, but a screw up? Nah. There was a reason we were both willing to take that chance multiple times.”
I wanted to make a joke about the reason being alcohol, but I didn’t. He was right. We’d been close that night, drawn to each other, finding something in each other we’d both been seeking. And though a baby had been the farthest thing from my mind, I couldn’t say there hadn’t been some teeny tiny miniscule part of me that accepted and was okay with the possibility.
“What was the reason?” I asked.
He took a long time to answer. Blinking his beautiful, guileless eyes, rubbing his full, dusky pink lips together, he studied me.
“Us, together—we were the reason.”
Inhaling a long, shuddering breath, I looked away.
This was too real. Mo was too near. I needed to get out of there. “Should we go swimming? Let’s go swimming.” I hopped up and started rummaging through my bag before he could answer.
“Michaela…” Mo was behind me in a flash, winding his arms below my breasts. “I don’t like you walking away from me.”
“I invited you to come. Swim with me.”
His mouth tickled the back of my neck, it was so close. “No bathing suit.”
Those three words made heat gather between my thighs.
“It’s a private pool...” My voice came out huskier than I’d intended.
I finally found my bikini in my haphazardly packed overnight bag and broke away from Mo’s hold to walk toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right out.” I waved my bathing suit over my head like a white flag. Though, from the bullish huff Mo emitted, his eyes saw it as red. My steps quickened before he charged.
Once I shed my clothes and slid on my yellow bikini, I waited a minute, then two, before exiting the bathroom. I’d come here tonight knowing in the back of my mind something might—no, probably—would happen. Something physical. We were in a hotel room in Miami, the whole night in front of us. It was a recipe for sexy times. It was themorethat had me hiding.
Staying in this bathroom until morning wasn’t a viable option, though, and being afraid of catching feelings was pointless, since I’d already caught them.
Sucking up my pride and courage, I stepped into the bedroom, finding it empty. The living room was too. Through the windows, I saw Mo gliding on his back across the water.
The air outside was humid and warm, even though it was nearing midnight. The pool was the perfect temperature, and I let myself sink into it, weightless and cool.
Mo floated over beside where I leaned against the wall. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. I’m glad you didn’t let your lack of proper attire hold you back.”
He planted his feet on the ground in front of me and dipped his head to give me a smile. “I figured you’ve seen it before, you wouldn’t be offended. I’m sure you’ll be able to resist my bare dick.”
“Why are you so sure?”
His head cocked to the side, a line etching between his brows. “Because I’m so fucking attracted to you, wanting you, going crazy looking at you, and you’re casually eating pizza and running away from me. I get it, Mic. I get it.”
“I need to tell you something. Bend down a little.”
He frowned at me, but did as I asked, lowering his head closer to mine. He gave me his ear, so I brushed my lips against it, but I didn’t whisper any secrets. What I had to tell him couldn’t be said with words. My fingers tangled in the back of his thick, wavy hair, and my lips met his. Soft and slow, I kissed him. And when he didn’t move, didn’t respond, my teeth sunk into his bottom lip and tugged until his hands gripped my face.
Our eyes opened at the same time. His unsure. Mine blazing.
“I am affected, Moses. You made me so wet last week, I made myself come in silence while everyone was sleeping on the tour bus. I tried to wait, but I couldn’t fall asleep. My panties were soaked, and your face, your scent, your voice, the feel of your hands, all had me worked up and a little desperate. Every damn night for the past week, I’ve gotten myself off while thinking about you. Every night.”
While I spoke, Mo’s entire demeanor changed. He became the cocky, swaggering rocker I’d let bend me over his knee or a couch or...well, do anything with me.
Reaching behind my neck, I pulled the ties of my top and let it fall away from my breasts, floating on the surface of the pool. Mo growled when I reached below the surface and worked my bottoms off too, tossing them somewhere in the shadows surrounding the pool.