“What? You’re joking, right? I just finally got dry, and it’s getting late.”
“I never joke. Naked. In the pool. Now.” His husky voice, full of want and need, has me springing into action. I slide my bikini bottoms down and untie my top before stepping back into the water.
It’s like swimming in a different world at night. The water is cool and dark, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then when I begin to swim, the world falls away.
All that exists is the sound of my breathing and the feel of the water rushing past me.
The moon casts a mysterious glow over everything. It’s peaceful as I tread while I wait for him to get in.
A splash rings through the night, and I feel the ripple from Gideon’s body cutting through the water to get to me.
When his arms reach around me and tug me to his body, I can’t help but giggle.
In his grasp, he swims us toward the shallow end, where my feet can touch the ground.
“I like you like this.”
“Looking like a drowned rat?” I joke. “I’m sure it’s everything you wished for.”
“Naked and wet,” he clarifies. He continues to maneuver me around until he finally stops when my back hits the wall. “And like this.”
“Like what?” I question, but before I can, Gideon is lifting my body to sit on the edge of the ledge, tilting me back until I’m resting on my elbows. He spreads my legs, opening me to him.
His hands are on me first, fingers tweaking and twisting my nipples.
Goose bumps break out across my body as he touches me, bringing every part of me to life.
It’s not long before I’m panting, desperate for more of him, and he answers my silent pleas by parting my spread legs, stepping between them, and thrusting his cock into me.
The force of his movements takes my breath away.
“You’re mine.” He leans forward and growls in my ear as he begins to fuck me. The pool water sloshes over the edge from his movements.
I tremble at his words.
Not from fear but from how desperate I am for them to be true.
What would it be like to be Gideon’s?
To be consumed by him.
Our gazes lock, and his eyes darken with lust, daring me to object to his words, but that’s the thing he doesn’t realize—I don’t want to.
“Yes. Yours,” I answer, and my words urge him on.
Plunging deeper. Harder. Faster.
His hands are on my hips, holding me in place. He leans in closer, his mouth almost touching mine, and then he crosses the small space between us and fuses our lips together. I part for him, allowing his tongue to caress mine, fucking me the same way his cock does.
It’s too much.
Yet it’s not enough.
With Gideon…it never will be.
I know that now.
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