Lyrics of a Small Town

The moment Saul’s hand slid from my waist to the fabric of my swimsuit bottoms to the sensation of his fingertips touching the bare skin of my bottom, I realized I no longer cared about my insecurities. Those had fled and had been replaced by desire.

Saul’s mouth left mine and moved to the spot behind my ear and then to my neck. The hand cupping my bottom slid down to my thigh and he grabbed it to pull my leg up onto his hip. The pressure from his obvious arousal against the very thin barrier between my legs made all other thoughts fade away. My body was focused on nothing else but the sensations being with him this way were causing. I tipped my head back as he began kissing down my collarbone and the tops of my breasts.

Holding onto me, he moved us back until I felt his body hit the side of the pool and my knee press into the wall behind him. The hand Saul still had on my hip moved then and I felt the cool breeze against my nipple only a moment before his mouth pulled it into the warmth. I had to grab onto his shoulders for support and rocked my hips against him as I moaned from the pleasure coursing through me.

I hadn’t come here tonight… I hadn’t gotten in this pool with him, thinking this would happen. Possibly I had imagined kissing but not this. In the back of my mind, I feared what this would do to me. Deep down, I knew this would make me vulnerable, but in this moment with his body against mine and his mouth tasting me, I couldn’t make myself care.

The intoxicating freedom of taking what I wanted and enjoying it was stronger than any concern for my future. Saul’s mouth moved to the other breast and I buried my hands in his dark wet curls. I moved my hips against him and my head fell back further as the pressure between my legs caused my body to start clawing toward a release.

Saul released my nipple and he lifted his head up to look at me. His half-lidded eyes did nothing to hide the sky blue color of them, but his pupils were so large they were pushing the color back. His hands slid to my lower back and he began to move his body with mine. His gaze never leaving me, I felt one hand brush the skin on my side, then my stomach as he slipped it into the front of my bikini bottoms.

Breathing was no longer something I could do as I waited for his touch.

“Hate to break up the party but you got a fucking psycho ex in here that won’t leave.” Drake’s voice rang out over the patio and with his words he might as well have tossed a bucket of ice water on our heads.

I moved first, dropping the leg I had up on his hip, and started to back away when his hands grabbed my waist. “No,” he said. Then pulled me to him and buried his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder.

I stood there for only a second before I placed my hands on his arms. I wasn’t sure if I had put them there to break free or not, but I didn’t do anything but stand there breathing hard.

“Fuck,” he said in a husky voice and then finally raised his head to look at me. I saw the same frustration and disappointment in his eyes that I felt. My body still wasn’t on board with the sudden halt to the pleasure, but I was breathing again.

He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand as he stared at me. “I’ll go deal with this. Wait for me,” he whispered.

Did he think I would say no? Had any female ever told him no? I would wager they hadn’t. I nodded.

He pressed a kiss to my temple and lingered for a moment then stepped back away from me and headed for the steps nearest to us, leading out of the pool. I watched him go and wondered if this had been fate. Had I been about to make a mistake and it was stepping in to keep me from it?

The idea depressed me. I didn’t want to think being with Saul was a bad thing. I wanted to enjoy it and not think at all. If I thought too much, I was afraid of how I might see things.

“Could you fucking hurry?” Drake’s voice called out. “She’s batshit!”

I turned to see a white towel wrapped around Saul’s waist as he walked back toward the house. I would be lying if a part of me didn’t worry that he’d see Fleur and remember why he was with her. He would miss her or feel something for her. Just admitting that to myself was proof enough I was past the point of no return. When this was over, whatever it was between us, I was going to be hurt.