He gave me a cocky grin. “Maybe you’re not really concerned about me. Maybe you’re worried you won’t be able to help yourself and you’ll break the rules by seducing me.”
I glared at him. God, how right he was.
“Chicken.” He made clucking sounds.
How irritating. “Fine.”
He swam toward me. I knew he was doing it to annoy me, so I splashed him as he approached. He dove under the water to avoid getting hit by my splashes.
He came up behind me. “Chicken.”
I swiveled and slapped the water again. He dove under. Back and forth we went until I realized I wasn’t annoyed and instead I was having fun.
I started to swim away, but he caught me from behind. My back pressed against his chest, and I gasped at the warmth.
“Chicken.” His breath was harsh in my ear.
His hands continued to hold my waist. I stopped kicking my legs, and my lower body settled back against his, my ass against his dick.
Desire flashed hot and intense through me. I wanted him.
I wanted him to fuck me here and now. It had to be all those prenatal pills I was taking that made me so horny. I didn’t know that for a fact, but what else could it be that I now looked at Bran, the man who used to irritate the hell out of me, like a large crème brulee that I wanted to devour.
He was like the dessert that was bad for me, and I would try to hide away, but couldn’t stop thinking of it until I could finally eat it. The only way to end temptation was to give into it, right?
I turned in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, rubbing my pussy along his dick. He hissed out a breath and was about to say something, but I stopped his words with a kiss.
He groaned against my lips as his arms bound around me. Water flowed around my body as he pushed me through the pool until my back hit the side.
His hand slid down my back, under my bikini bottom, squeezing my ass. “Anne—”
“Don’t talk.” I gently bit his lip. He groaned again, grinding his dick against me.
I unwrapped my legs and pushed my bikini bottoms down. My pussy was burning up and the cool water was doing nothing to help.
Before I could get my legs around him again, he hoisted me up, setting me on the side of the pool. He pushed my thighs open, setting my legs over his shoulders. His fingers opened my pussy lips, and he lapped his tongue over me.
“Oh God.”
“The least you do is say my name. I’d like to get the credit for driving you mad with pleasure.”
Then his mouth was on me again. Any retort I might have vanished as his lips and tongue did the most delicious things to me.
I laid back on the hard pool deck, my hands trying to grip the surface as he pushed me higher and higher toward pleasure.
He slid one hand up my body, pushing my bikini top up to free my breasts. Then his fingers pinched and kneaded my breast as he continued his onslaught on my pussy.
“Oh God…Bran…”
My body coiled so tight and then he sucked my clit, and everything snapped, as pleasure whipped through me. My hips bucked in a crazy rhythm as his mouth pushed me up and up again. How could a man who was wound up so tight, was so serious and demanding, be so good at pleasuring a woman? It boggled my mind.
“More, Anne…I want you to keep coming until you can’t walk.” His voice was rough, commanding. “You taste so fucking good.”
He gave me a moment to catch my breath, and then he was licking and sucking until I was at the edge of oblivion again. I slid my fingers through his hair, holding his head to me as my body rocked against his mouth.
“Don’t stop…don’t stop,”
I chanted until my body seized again, and pleasure flooded out to every neuron of my body. My moans echoed through the room until completely spent, I lay on the pool deck like a wet rag.