Page 136 of Bridesmaid for Hire
My brows come together in annoyance. “You’re not putting a bathing suit on. I told you, no fucking clothes.”
She chuckles. “Are you always this demanding?”
“Not demanding,” I counter. “Just particular.”
“Am I allowed to be particular?” she asks as she strolls over, completely naked. She has the most mouth-watering curves I’ve ever seen.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours…besides clothes.”
She laughs and puts a hand on my chest. My palm falls to her ass where I lightly squeeze it. More than a handful, just the way I like it.
“If I can be particular, then I never want you to shave this.” She runs her finger over my scruff. “It feels too good between my legs.”
“Consider it done,” I say. “Anything else?”
“Oh, I’m sure there will be more demand, but I do need to know something.”
“What is it?” I ask.
I watch a hint of insecurity fall over her expression. “This might seem counterintuitive to ask since you told me how you feel, but I need to know, just for my sanity…thisthingbetween us, is it just sex for you?”
“No,” I answer as I take both of her hands in mine and lead her to the warmed plunge pool. I would love to dip in the lagoon, but I’m unsure of the temperature and I’m not here to have any shrinkage.
“What is it then?” she asks as she stops at the steps of the pool, but I sweep her up into my arms and bring her into the water with me.
Her arms swing around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist as I drift us to the middle of the pool, the moon reflecting off the water, giving us all the light we need.
“This is the start of something. Something special,” I answer her as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t ruin any sort of relationship I have with you or your brother over a vacation fuck, Maggie.”
The corners of her lips tilt up. “So, you want to continue this when we get back to San Francisco?”
“That’s my plan. I know you’re going to be busy, but I’d like to take you out on a date.” I slowly turn us in a circle, loving how she feels against me, so wet, so slippery. “I’d like to take you out on more than one date. I’d like to take you to Gary’s and watch him squirm as I hold your hand and kiss you on your neck.” She chuckles. “And I’d love to take you to my place, show you my apartment…show you my bed…” My hands slide up her side, right below her breasts.
“So youwouldlike to date me.”
“Yeah, I would. Would you be okay with that?”
She leans in and kisses my lips, so soft, so featherlike. “I would very much be okay with that.”
“Good,” I say as I pull her to the side of the pool. I press her against the hard surface, pinning her in place and rubbing my erection against her clit. It’s pretty easy to get hard when you have a woman like this in your arms, and that’s exactly what happens. I feel like I’m a freaking teenager again, getting hard every goddamn second when I place my hands on her body.
I can’t help it.
She’s my dream woman. Everything I’ve ever wanted and now that we’ve crossed that line, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
She reaches between us and places my cock at her entrance.
“Maggie,” I say right before she slides down on it. “Oh…fuck.” I lose my breath from the way she feels surrounding me, completely bare.
“I want nothing between us,” she says. “Knowing you want more, that this isn’t just sex for you, I want that connection.”
My entire back tenses as well as my shoulders as she starts to ride me right here in the pool.
“But…fuck…are you…birth…control,” I grind out, unable to form full sentences.
“Yes,” she says, and that’s all I need. I grip her hips and move her over to the steps. When I’m settled and she has some leverage, I help her move up and down over my cock, the water between us sloshing around, creating a tidal wave in the pool.
I lean forward and bring one of her breasts into my mouth as she continues to grind against me, the feeling so goddamn surreal.
