“What about your shirt?”
He pulls the shirt off over his head and throws it across the room. “Panties,” he says, nodding.
I hook my thumbs into the satin at each hip and slowly slide them down. Nate’s gaze follows as they drop to my ankles and I step out of them.
He steps forward and crushes his mouth against mine. His fingers trail down between my breasts and over my belly. “I need to taste you,” he murmurs.
His hand dips lower, and I back away, sidestepping his touch. “I thought we were going to swim.” I rush toward the doors, grinning at him over my shoulder.
“Imp,” he calls after me.
I run outside and across the patio to the pool. When I step into the heated water, it swirls around my ankles and my nipples harden in the cool night air. Before I make it down the steps, Nate’s behind me. When I turn, he’s nude—glorious—his cock jutting out between us. I want to touch him. To sink deeper into the pool and take him into my mouth while the warm water kisses my skin.
Resisting temptation, I take a shallow dive and swim to the fa
r end before surfacing. I grab the edge of the pool then squeak when a hand wraps around my ankle.
Nate turns me around from under the water. He slowly kisses his way up my body—my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. By the time he’s broken the surface, I’m trembling and clinging to the edge.
He grins and settles his hand either side of me, blocking me in until I lace my arms behind his neck. “You’ve really never been skinny dipping?”
I shrug. “Now I have.”
“So I’m your first.”
“You’re my first a lot of things,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to his neck.
He tilts my chin up with a finger so my eyes meet his. “Like what?”
“My first rocker. My first trip to LA. My first…” I’m embarrassed to admit the truth.
“What?” he prods.
“Oral sex.” My cheeks burn.
His eyes go wide. “I’ve heard of beginner’s luck, but there’s no way—”
“No. I’d given a blowjob before. Many times. But I’d never…” This conversation is growing increasingly awkward for me, and I try to back away, but he holds me fast.
“Your boyfriend didn’t go down on you? Is he one of those idiots who thinks it’s gross?”
“No. He wanted to. I…” So embarrassing. Why did I bring this up? “I wouldn’t let him.”
“Shit,” he breathes, but he doesn’t look upset, just astonished. “Then why’d you let me?”
“I didn’t have anything to lose with you,” I admit. Letting Max do it would have meant letting him get me naked. Letting him look at parts of me I didn’t think he’d like.
He shakes his head. “I wish you would have told me.”
“I’m glad I didn’t.” Because I know he wouldn’t have done it if he’d known, and that experience—being up on the vanity of that fancy hotel bathroom, spread wide as he licked and kissed me to orgasm—I wouldn’t want to give that up.
I wrap my legs around him instinctively and a shudder of pleasure shimmies through my body at the pressure of his hard cock between my thighs.
He closes his eyes. “I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve it, but it’s clear that I’m being tested.”
“Yeah?” I bite my lip and cautiously roll my hips, grinding our bodies together. “Who said this was a test you needed to pass?”
“Hanna…” He brings his mouth down to mine and kisses me hard. His hands squeeze my hips, and I love the way he holds me tight. “Thank you,” he murmurs against my lips. “For trusting me.” Then he’s kissing me again, and one hand moves up to my breast, cupping, squeezing.