Slowly, you lick the droplets from my body…Oh, yeah, he wanted to do that, and much, much more.
She cast a sultry glance up the length of his body. “I take it you decided to join me?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, doing his damnedest to maintain a nonchalant attitude. “I don’t think that would be the smartest thing for me to do right at this moment.”
She dipped lower into the water and swam across the short expanse of the hot tub to where he stood, causing a small wave of water to slosh over the side and splash onto his bare feet. Glancing up at him, she rested her arms on the rim of the tub and propped her chin on the back of her hands. “Maybe you ought to consider being a little impulsive. I’m discovering being spontaneous can be very liberating—and a whole lot of fun.”
He didn’t bite at the bait she was dangling in front of him, though he was sorely tempted. “Being impulsive can also get you into a lot of trouble.”
She dipped her fingers into the heated, churning pool of water then playfully flicked the tips up at him, spraying his chest with tiny droplets. “I’m willing to take that chance.”
He was so fucking hot, he was surprised that the moisture beading on his skin didn’t sizzle. “I’m not.”
She didn’t seem at all deterred by his unwillingness to get in with her. “Did you like the latest letter I wrote for you?” she asked, her tone much too innocent.
“What letter?” he replied just as guilelessly.
“The one on the kitchen table.” When he didn’t reply immediately, she dampened her bottom lip with her tongue and went on. “Let’s see if I can re-freshen your memory. It went something like how I love the feel of water caressing my body and imagining your hands on my wet, slick skin—”
“I remember,” he cut her off roughly, knowing he’d never be able to stand still while she recited her erotic letter to him while he listened to her seductive voice.
An amused smile curled the corners of her mouth. “Ahh, you did read it,” she teased, then grew serious. “Every word is true, you know. Especially the last part.”
Gradually, she stood, slowly straightening to her full height, and his mouth went dry as dust as he watched the rush of water shimmer down her body. The feminine curve of her waist ended where the water began, revealing more than enough slick skin to bring her written fantasy to vibrant life in his mind. She might have been wearing a bra, but the shiny, wet material edged in black lace clung to the full swells of her breasts like a second skin, doing nothing to hide her tight, hard nipples from his gaze.
“I’m all wet and waiting for you, Cole,” she said huskily.
An urgent need throbbed through him, settling bone deep and dredging up the arousal he’d been fighting to keep at bay. She was so damned bold. So brazen. So daring. It was an intoxicating combination that sent his senses reeling and pushed him to the limit of his control.
If she wanted impulsive, he’d give her just that.
He wondered how far she was willing to take this act of hers, and was prepared to go along with her charade until she decided she’d had enough, that he’d pushed her too far out of her comfort zone. He’d warned her last night that she was playing with fire, and she was about to see how it felt to get burned.
To her credit, she didn’t look away when his fingers went to the waistband of his jeans and he un-fastened the top button. She continued to watch as he eased the zipper down over his bulging erection, her lips parting and her widening in fascinated awe. His blood heated at her undisguised reaction to him stripping, and he forced himself to maintain a cavalier attitude when he was suddenly feeling excruciatingly turned on.
Hastily, he shoved his jeans over his hips, down his legs, and kicked the denim aside. He left his boxer briefs on—at the moment his underwear provided a much-needed barrier from her eager and very avid gaze. Hopping into the tub, he sat down on one of the contoured resin chaises, submersing his body up to his chest.
He rested his arms along the rim of the Jacuzzi as Melodie slid into another chair and stretched her legs so they nearly reached his lap. She sank deeper into the water, and sighed in pure pleasure as spurts of air and bubbles rose all around her.
“The massage jets feel great, don’t they?” he asked, knowing she was experiencing a full-body effect from the small, pulsating jets situated in the seat.
She squirmed and laughed lightly, the sensual sound filling the moonlit night. “Umm, they even tickle in certain places.”
The provocative image that flooded his brain nearly undid him, and by some miracle he was able to hold on tight to the reins of tonight’s seduction. “It feels even better against bare skin,” he told her, a deliberate dare in his tone. “You know, if you’re going to go skinny-dipping, you should do it the right way to experience the full sensation of those jets massaging your entire body.” Showing her just how spontaneous he could be, he shimmied out of his briefs and dropped them onto the cement with a wet plop, certain she’d be too timid to follow through on her end.
Though her bright eyes flashed with an initial bit of hesitancy, true to her newly adopted impudent personality, she proved him wrong. Biting the edge of her bottom lip in her only show of modesty, she held his gaze as she slowly slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, then removed the piece of lingerie beneath the froth of water. She tossed the soaking wet garment onto the ground to join his briefs, but left her panties in place.
“Oh, wow,” she said with a gasp of startled surprise that held unmistakable nuances of delight. “You’re right. It does feel incredible, like a hundred tiny fingers gliding over my breasts.” She paused for a moment, her voice dropping to a husky pitch as she added, “But it’s not nearly enough to satisfy the ache between my thighs.”
His breath left his lungs in a harsh exhale and the heat of arousal gripped him like a vise.
Without warning, she swam across the short distance separating them, keeping her naked upper body cloaked in the swirl of eddying water as she neared. While male instincts urged him to reach out and grab her, he remained motionless, too curious to see what she’d do first, and how far she’d go in her pursuit of seducing him.
His jaw clenched as she shamelessly straddled his lap. Her knees grazed his hips and her slender thighs settled on top of his, searing his nerve endings with the mindless feel of her sleek, wet flesh caressing his. That wholly feminine part of her was inches away from the thick erection straining upward along his belly, and he thanked a higher power that she’d opted to leave her panties on, which helped to keep him honorable.
With effort, he kept his gaze on her face, flushed from the steam rising from the water and a feverish anticipation he could see glowing in her eyes. “Comfortable?” he drawled, his wry tone contradicting the tension and hunger building steadily within him. The muscles across his shoulders and arms bunched as he struggled to keep his hands planted on the rim of the hot tub.
“Very.” Smiling too sweetly, she grabbed his wrists, brought his hands to her breasts and pressed his palms against her soft, pliable flesh. Her nipples instantly hardened at his touch. “I’ve imagined you touching my wet, slick body in needy places, Cole,” she said, her trembling voice drawing him into her fantasy.