Secret Fantasy

If she had to stoop low to get him to cave, she had no problem doing so. After all, they’d both benefit.

“Well?” His lips vibrated against hers.

No man could resist a challenge, especially one to his sexual prowess. She felt herself smile as she spoke. “You can do better.”

“You have no idea.” He grasped her around the waist and hauled her close.

He held her head steady with his hands. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and the explosive fireworks in her body began as he devoured her with a completely masterful, seductive kiss. The kind she’d sought and needed. The kind that left no doubt as to how he felt, no doubt they both desired the same thing.

He splashed his hands into the water, shifting and moving her wet dress until he held her waist in his palms, giving him easy access, enabling him to ease his long fingers upward, to tease the underside of her breasts.

An urgent pull began between her legs, a steady pulsing that resulted in damp heat she recognized despite being surrounded by water. “Oh, my.”

He groaned in response. “Are you satisfied yet?” he asked, even as he left a damp trail with his mouth, from her lips, across her cheek until he reached her neck and nuzzled insistently.

She’d never be completely sated, not until he was joined deep inside her. “Satisfied with the kiss?” she asked. “Yes. Satisfied, satisfied? No way.” Between kisses, she sucked in a ragged breath. “How about you?”

“Satisfied means you’ve had enough and I’ll never have enough of you.” As he echoed her earlier thoughts, the rough timbre of his voice touched her soul. His words touched her heart.

In response, she reached for the waistband of his trunks and slid her fingertips deep inside, until she touched the coarse line of hair on his stomach and the smooth, wet tip of his penis.

“Aah, Juliette.”

No man had ever said her name with such passion or reverence. And she’d never needed another man as much as she needed this one. She needed him deep inside her, filling her, easing the ache and emptiness. She pressed her palm down more firmly, then cupped his rigid shaft in her hand, learning his hardness and length, his velvety softness.

Behind her, she heard a distinct rustling of bushes, a sound that brought her out of the desirous haze that had surrounded them. Her surroundings became clear, from the empty pool to the shifting of leaves, a similar sound to the one she’d heard earlier. She jerked her hand free and stepped back quickly.

Doug ducked under the water, cooling himself off, she assumed, while hiding from view. A couple passed the outskirts of the pool, hands held tightly, and neither looked Juliette and Doug’s way.

He surfaced and she braced her hands on his shoulders. “That was close,” she said.

“We were closer.”

She inclined her head. “And does that bother you?”

He ran a frustrated hand through his wet hair but didn’t answer.

“Us being intimate and your fantasy…Do they have to be mutually exclusive?” she asked.

He looked into her eyes, his deep blue gaze unwavering. “I’m not sure.”

“But I am. You said you needed to see you could put a woman’s needs before your own. You’ve done that with me. Physically, you walked away when your body would rather have stayed. Emotionally too. You’ve listened to my stories and half answers about my ex-fiancé and my family without ever pushing for more.”

He let out a harsh laugh. “It’s not like I’ve bared all to you either.”

She smiled and touched his cheek with her hand. “I’ve told you about my fear of storms and a tree house my dad built. You’ve admitted you were adopted and explained how you were starving on the streets,” she said in a low, soft voice. “That’s hardly comparable.”

“Maybe not. But you listened to everything I said and you understood without passing judgment.” A hesitant yet charming grin edged the corners of his mouth.

“That was easy. I’m interested in you.” Juliette made her way to the edge of the pool, her wet dress heavy and restricting.

“Where are you going?”

After pulling herself out, she wrung out the soaked cotton material. She shivered, surprised the air that had been so hot and sticky earlier, could now cause a chill. Especially when her body was still so overheated and warm. “Back to my room to take a long, hot shower.”

“Sounds good.” His eyes dilated and she knew he had the same longings she did, both of them sharing a steamy enclosed shower together.

And she wanted it to happen. Desperately. But she also knew about waiting for the right time and now wasn’t it. He obviously wanted her, but his fantasy was keeping them apart. She looked around for her sandals and saw them floating in the pool. She shrugged, knowing they were a lost cause anyway. “Right now you need space. Time to think. But when I catch up with you later, you should know one thing.”