Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

So I hated him.

I hated the way I loved his mouth against my throat, sucking and biting until I was a quivering mess. Breath came and went in shallow bursts as his fingertips grazed down my neck, abandoning his grip in my hair, so he could slip beneath the shoulder strap of my dress.

Goosebumps lifted on my skin, fighting to get closer to him.

He inched the damp fabric to the side, sliding it off the curve of my shoulder as he lifted me h

igher. So gravity made the strap, heavy with water, tumble down my arm. It peeled away from my skin, exposing my bare breast that was just above the waterline.

Kyle went . . . nuclear.

I gasped as his hand closed over me, and he pinched my nipple between the side of his hand and his thumb. His pinch was hard and sharp, sending a bolt of pleasure all along my body to the tips of my toes. There wasn’t time to think. His mouth covered mine and stole my breath.

He moved us so fast through the water, it made a wake and it sloshed around the pool. When we reached the side, his hips pinned me against the wall with one thrust, and I reached back with a hand to clutch the ledge. I couldn’t watch what he was doing to me as his hurried, forceful lips moved down my neck, working a steady line to what was exposed. I didn’t need any more reminders of how good he was with his hands or mouth.

His tongue found its intended target, and he swiped it over my erect nipple, making my gaze turned upward. Big mistake. The ceiling was dark mirrored glass, and I could see us perfectly from above. Our clothes were stuck to our bodies, my arm was braced on the ledge, causing me to arch my back into him, and his mouth roved over my bare breast.

If pulling down one strap of my dress was Kyle’s undoing, seeing the undeniably sexy image of us was mine. I couldn’t get the other strap down fast enough, and as soon as he realized, he was helping me any way he could.

When had I ever been so out of breath? I was panting and trying not to moan as he had both hands on my now topless body, the dress floating around my waist. The water wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t cold either, and I was grateful not to overheat. I clung to him, fisting my hands in his hair so I could hold his mouth against me. The burn of his whiskers rubbing on my sensitized skin was almost too much.

“Oh,” I gasped.

Kyle bit down, giving me a sharp edge of teeth, and my body responded instinctively, grinding against him. A noise of satisfaction came from his chest, and he bit down a second time. This one was much harder, and earned a bigger reaction from me.

I curled my hands around his tie and yanked him up, intending to kiss him, but his expression was distracting. His eyes were hooded, and every inch of his face was drenched in lust, like he was high.

As our lips smashed together, I clawed at the knot of his tie, but then his hands were there, undoing it. So my fingers raced down the buttons of his shirt and flung it open. I wanted to put my damp hands on his heated, bare skin. I needed it pressed against mine right this second, more than I’d ever needed anything else.

He didn’t take off the shirt. He tossed his wadded-up tie onto the pool deck with force, and it made a sopping noise as it collided with the ground. That was as far as Kyle made it before closing in on me.

“Shit,” I breathed as we made contact. I shuddered with relief as his smooth skin flattened me against the hard, cold tile at my back. He didn’t hesitate, like he hadn’t even heard me. His face was between my breasts, teasing me with kisses and licks, and sucking until the ache for him between my legs was painful.

No. You hate him!

The thought vanished as his hand closed on my knee beneath the water and began to slide up my thigh. I arched further into his hot mouth, encouraging him in all ways. I whispered it so softly, there was no way to know if he could hear. “Yes.”

He was hard. The bulge of his erection pressed to my center, grinding against me in a pleasurable and tortuous way. I knew exactly what it felt like with nothing between us. How much I enjoyed it when he slid inside me and let me ride into oblivion. I remembered every goddamn inch of him.

My father quit smoking fifteen years ago, but told me once if he could start smoking again without any health risks, he’d do it in a heartbeat. That’s how strong the addiction was, lingering even after all that time. I didn’t fully appreciate those unwanted cravings until Kyle. Years taught me how to deal with the urges, but the cravings for him never went away.

His palm crept along my thigh, gliding through the water and over my skin, reaching the edge of my panties in a single breath. Where the hell was the air? He drew back, leaving our lower bodies connected, and stared down at me.

The expression he held was fascinating.

His blue eyes matched the water rippling around us, and my heart twisted. I wanted to pull him closer, but also push him as far away as possible. The twinges of regret hadn’t started yet, but I sensed them looming in the distance, waiting to strike. How much damage had I done to myself by letting this happen?

“Reach back,” he said, his tone firm. “Grab onto the wall.”

Kyle’s presence was commanding, and so crazy hot, I did exactly as he asked, and for the briefest of moments, surprise flashed in his eyes. Like he hadn’t expected me to do it without question or hesitation. But of course I did. I’d always been in over my head when it came to him.

He studied me as his fingertips slipped down beneath the waistband of my panties, and although his lust-filled expression didn’t change, I could sense he felt like we were approaching a threshold. The point of no return. And he wanted to make sure I was okay with crossing over it with him.

I bit down on my bottom lip, held my breath, and gave the faintest of nods.

The slow, gentle lover he’d been before was gone. As he once again gripped my hair in his right hand, keeping my gaze locked onto him, his left hand continued downward in my panties and two fingers pushed roughly inside my aching body.

I liked this new version of him so, so much better.