“Fine,” she said.
“You don’t have to leave,” he said as she turned her back. “We’re both adults. I’ve seen you naked before and we both know I like what I see very much.”
Her cheeks were on fire, but rather than leave the room, she wriggled out of her clothes. His groan had her freezing for a second before pulling her bikini bottoms up.
“I’ve never worn a bikini,” she said, quickly securing the top in place.
After stepping toward the water, she sat on the edge, wrapping her arms around her waist. She felt exposed. He’d seen her naked, but that didn’t take away her nerves. He’d probably seen hundreds of women, thousands. They threw themselves at him.
Caleb glided through the water, going to her. His hands went to her ass. She let out a squeal as he moved her into the pool. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he chuckled.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said.
“I’m not.”
She circled his waist with her legs.
“Now this has possibilities.” He moved her down and she became aware of his hardness pressing against her core.
While she stared up into his eyes, it was on the tip of her tongue to beg him, but he moved her away.
“There will be time for that soon,” he said. “I want you to lie flat.”
“Caleb, I don’t—”
“Come on, trust me.”
“I hate you.”
“We’ve already established you don’t. Now, what is there to be afraid of in the water?”
“Sharks.”
He laughed. “There’s no sharks. It’s just me, you, and the water.”
“The ocean is full of sharks. They don’t like that it’s just you and me.”
“It’s a good thing I haven’t thrown you in the ocean then.”
She sighed.
“Come on, Grace. Stop being stubborn.”
“Fine. Fine. Drowning.”
“Very good, but you won’t drown because I’m going to teach you how to handle the water.”
Grace didn’t expect Caleb to be a good teacher, but damn it, he was. He made her tread through the water, taking his time. Each time she nearly dropped beneath the surface, he was there to capture her. He made sure she was safe and that was messing with her head.
The time ticked on by, and after three hours, Caleb called a break. One of his men brought them some lunch of sandwiches, and she got a drink of soda while it looked like he had a coffee.
“I’m not a child,” she said. “I can drink coffee.”
“But you rarely do.”
“How did you find all this information about me?” she asked.
“I have my methods.”
“Illegal?”
“Not entirely, but also not entirely legal either.”
She wasn’t angry. Laughing, she shook her head, then took a bite of her sandwich. Cheese and pickle, again, her favorite. “I’ve never had a man be so interested in making me comfortable.”
“We’re not all like this.”
“You’re special?”
He only smiled.
“You’re not exactly the man I judged when I first arrived here,” she said.
“Good or bad?” he asked.
“Good, most definitely good.”
Her heart raced as she watched him put a grape into his mouth. Need flooded her body and she didn’t know what to do. Before she knew what was really happening, she was on her knees, moving over to him. Caleb didn’t push her away, nor did he stop her.
He finished chewing his grape. She took the coffee from him, straddled his waist, placing her pussy next to his cock.
Again, every sense within her pulsed with need. Staring into his eyes, she didn’t know what to do. This was new territory to her.
Going slow, she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a chaste kiss across his lips. “Hey,” she said.
His hands went to her back, slowly sliding down to grasp her ass. She moaned.
“You’re the one who took charge here, babe. You’re the one calling the shots.”
“I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“Whatever you came here to do.”
She kissed him, closing her eyes as she traced across his lips with her tongue. He opened up and she plunged inside, dancing with his, tasting the coffee he’d drunk.
One of the hands on her ass slid up into her hair.
She rubbed her pussy against him, wanting more of him. Desperate to feel him fill her in every possible way.
She was on fire.
Letting go of his face, she reached for the string of her bikini bra. She let it slide off her body, pressing her tits to his chest.
Caleb groaned. “Grace?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. About what I felt that night. I … I don’t want to wait anymore, Caleb. I want you to fuck me. I can’t stand waiting anymore, but it’s because I want it. I want you. Please,” she said.
He pushed some of her wet hair out of the way. “You certainly have a way with words.”
She reached between them, grasping his erection, but he captured her wrist, stopping her.
“I’m not going to take you at the edge of the pool. Tonight, I want you to come to my room. Your first time should be in a bed, and I want you to be prepared for me. When I take you, it’s going to hurt. I’m not a small man. You’re going to feel every inch of me.” His hand dipped into her bikini pants, brushing through her curls to find her pussy. He stroked her clit and she closed her eyes, arching her back.