The margaritas are strong, and the food is outstanding. And Clay was right. This is the best salsa I’ve ever had.
“Will you stay with your Mom at her friend’s house for Christmas?” Clay asks.
“I don’t know. I should probably start looking at hotels now.”
“We could ask my dad. If he’s decided he wants the condo, he’ll probably get to keep it. He has a pretty good divorce lawyer since this will be his fourth time around. He always lands on his feet.”
“That pretty much sucks.”
Clay shrugs. “It seems to be his way of life, but I promise, my dad is harmless. He’s just a ladies’ man.”
I smirk. “Like father, like son.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know about that. I met a woman recently, and since then I haven’t been thinking about anyone but her.”
Such a smooth talker, this one. I suppress an eye roll. “Really? Does she feel the same?”
Clay grins. “Let’s ask her.”
“Where is she?” I look around the restaurant, and Clay laughs.
We eat and eat, and somehow Clay finishes his meal. I don’t know how or where he put it all. There’s no way I can get through mine. I ate too many chips.
“I know we got off to an unorthodox start with our first date,” he says as we head back out to the street.
“Oh, was that a date?” I snort. “So nice of you to arrange an avalanche.”
Clay’s eyes sparkle. “I’m so glad we got stuck together.”
My insides go all gooey, though I will my heart to keep itself in check. I have to think clearly about this. But I also can’t lie. “Me too,” I agree.
“Are you up for a nightcap by the pool?”
I would rather enjoy some naked time with him before our parents return, but that’s probably too risky. Instead, I nod, and we walk hand in hand to the backyard.
Clay restarts the fire in the fire pit. I hadn’t even noticed it was gas, but mostly, he just has to flip a switch. He settles in next to me on a loveseat and pulls me in close, grazing my lips with his. “You’re so beautiful.”
When men have said that to me before, it always seemed like a way to get in my pants. But the way Clay says it, it feels true.He’s just that good, I remind myself. But I can’t ignore this attraction. We make out like teenagers. Our hands wander, and soon my libido is on high alert.
“Should we go skinny dipping before they come back?”
I grin. “I’m not that brave. But we can change into our suits.”
We head inside to change, and when I walk back out, Clay stops in his tracks. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he says, shaking his head. “Now, I’d much rather take you back to my bed and enjoy you all night long.”
I blush. I’m not wearing anything too sexy. It’s a bikini, but my lingerie shows more than it does. “Come on,” I tell him as I head toward the water.
Testing the water with my painted toes, I decide it feels pretty warm. There must be a heater. Without a second thought, I dive in. Usually, I’d care about my mascara running or that my hair will be a wreck, but I’m just going to be myself with Clay. If I’m ever going to have anything real, guys have to know and see the real me.
I surface, and he’s right behind me. I do a lazy breaststroke to the wall and turn around to look at him.
“Did you think you could hide from me?” he rasps.
“Never.” My nipples stiffen into hard peaks.
He pushes his hard body against mine. Our tongues do an aggressive dance. I feel his fingers in my hair, and his erection is at my apex as he holds me close.
Suddenly, I’m nervous, but he inches closer and leans in to kiss me hard, overriding my nerves. He moves away to kiss my neck, his two-day growth so soft on my skin. He slips my top over my head and places it behind me on the patio. His rough hands cup my breasts as he sucks my hard nipples. My back arches as I bury my hands in his hair. My body is now screaming for his touch. Then I feel his hands slide beneath my bikini bottom, finding my wetness. I gasp as he slips two fingers in past my folds. I start to ride and squeeze his fingers as I moan. I need to feel him.