Before heading inside, I wrap a towel around her. Then I lead her to my bathroom and let the shower warm-up. She looks a little nervous and I realize this will be the first time we see each other fully naked, and I get hard all over again.
"Clothes off and get in the water, baby girl."
She drops the towel and unties her swimsuit, letting it fall to the ground on top of the towel. I don't get time to look at her before she is in the shower, so I remove my swim trunks and follow her.
When I walk in, her head is tilted up, letting the warm water wash over her body and I swear she looks like an angel sent from heaven just for me.
I pick up the soap and start washing her shoulders and working my way down. She watches my every move and despite the warm water, goosebumps race across her skin.
When I lean in for a kiss, it’s like she is so desperate to be close to me that she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine. My cock is hard, and her breasts are pressed against my chest, which isn't helping matters.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her close, not wanting her to move.
"Do you want me?" I whisper into her ear because I need to be sure she isn't doing this just because of the money. Something inside me needs to know she really wants me.
"Yes. I have wanted you for a long time. Longer than I should have."
Fuck, if I had known that, I don't think I'd have lasted this long before having her.
"Dinner first." I pull away and shut off the water.
Chapter 11
Aspen
After dinner, he tells me to go sit on the couch and pick out a movie while he cleans up the kitchen. I try to help but he won't have it, so I do as I'm told and sit on the couch and flip through what movies are available on the steaming channels he has.
I find one about a girl who was dating a spy and haven’t seen it yet. It's part comedy and part action and should be something Evan will like too. I can't count how many James Bond movies I've sat through with him and Brett.
He joins me in the living room but doesn't sit close to me. When I look at him about to ask why, he winks at me, and I can tell from his expression this is something else he wants to play out like at the pool.
Just thinking about the pool gets me so wet that I have to shift my thighs a bit for some relief, something that doesn't go unnoticed by him. As the movie starts, he pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and hands it to me.
He knows I love to cuddle under a blanket and watch TV. After the first few times I watched movies at Evan's house, and asked for a blanket, suddenly there was always one on the back of the couch for me to use. To know how considerate he is of me and how aware of me he is, well, it's still as much of a turn-on as if he had his hands on me. He kept something in his house just for me and part of me hopes he thought of me when he looked at it every day.
As I get into the movie, Evan scoots over and uses part of the blanket. Something he has done a few times before, so I don't think anything of it until his hand lands on my thigh. I'm wearing short shorts, so his hand is on my bare skin. That’s something new. He's not done that before while we watched TV.
I glance at him, and he gives me a subtle shake of his head and then looks over at the recliner where Brett would normally sit and watch TV. When his dad was watching TV with us, Brett never sat on the couch with me, saying it was too weird.
"Watch TV. Don’t want him to know what I'm doing to his girlfriend." He whispers in my ear before turning back to watch the movie and raising his hand higher up my leg.
He spends the rest of the movie touching me everywhere but where I need it. By the end of the movie, I'm tempted to lock myself in the bathroom and finish the job.
"You have no idea how many movies night I sat here with my cock hard and wanting to touch you like that."
"If you don't touch me soon, I'm going to have to do it myself." I moan and squeeze my legs together. He smiles at me, but he has a look in his eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was close to love.
"What do you need, baby girl?" he asks, scooting even closer to me.
That's easy.
"You."
"I don't think I can be gentle,” he says. “I'm too worked up and have wanted you for so long. Once I'm inside you, I'm afraid I'm going to lose my mind." His vulnerability is written all over his face.
"Good. I don't want gentle. I just want you." Then I pull his face down to mine, kissing him to show him I mean what I say.
When he breaks the kiss and stands, the tent in his pants painfully obvious. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs to his room. Waiting for him to tell me what to do, I stand in front of his bed. I love it when he takes charge, and I'm starting to crave it even more.