Page 33 of Retribution
Around the corner, Cobra saw a tall fence wrapped around an area. Soft white lighting illuminated tall treetops rustling gently in the breeze, carrying the faint smell of chlorine. He walked over to the area and continued toward a chain-link gate, noticing the pool water lapping at the tiled edges. Lights embedded in the sides of the pool gave off an almost eerie glow, and he saw Dakota swimming across the blue water.
Cobra opened the gate and walked into the pool area, avoiding a lounge chair that was haphazardly placed in front of the entrance. Dakota was oblivious to him as she stood up in the shallow part of the water, the wet T-shirt clinging to her body. Cobra was mesmerized by her as his mouth went dry and his heart raced. A rush of arousal streaked through him and landed on his growing dick.
Fuck!He knew he should yank his eyes away, but he couldn’t—he was captivated by her.
Dakota reached up high above her head, and when her T-shirt rose up and revealed the underside of her butt, he about lost it. Cobra held his gaze as the water rippled beneath her and the shadows from the tree branches moved across her face. Then reason poked through his sexual fog, and for a split second, every muscle in his body froze before anger set in.
“Are you fuckin’ crazy?” he said, walking to the edge of the pool.
She turned around and her face washed blank with confusion, like her brain cogs couldn’t turn fast enough to register that the snarling voice belonged to Cobra.
“You’re out here alone in the pool wearingthat? What the fuck, Dakota?” Cobra glanced around and saw a towel from the room draped over one of the iron chairs and he marched over and snatched it up.
A taut face replaced the blank one from seconds before, and she shook her hair as droplets of water flew everywhere.
“I’m fine,” she said, wading to the pool stairs. “Water relaxes me.”
“You should’ve taken a fuckin’ bath.” He held open the towel.
“I needed a swim. Don’t be mad.”
Dakota scrambled out of the water then slowly walked toward him. The T-shirt molded over her swaying hips and her pert breasts like a second skin. A groan rose in his throat when he noticed that her nipples were hard against the wet top. Cobra gripped the towel tighter, adrenaline pumping through him. Thoughts of Dakota naked in his bed, writhing beneath him as his thumbs teased those taut nipples filled his mind. He needed to get her out of that T-shirt and into her fuzzy nightshirt, then tuck her safely in bed while he took another cold shower.
She stopped a few inches from him and cocked her head. “Did you have a good time tonight?”
Cobra flicked his attention from her tits to her face and then back to her tits. “How long have you been out here?”
“Just about twenty minutes. I ordered some Chinese food and watched a movie, then all of a sudden I got so restless and antsy—like I was going to climb the walls or jump out of my skin. So I decided to go for a swim after I noticed the pool yesterday. Imagine, this place having such a nice pool.”
“You’re shivering,” he said in a low voice as he held the towel higher. “Come on over here.”
“Only if you promise you’re not mad at me,” she whispered.
His gaze roamed her body and his temperature rose. What was it about Dakota that turned him on and made him so fucking mixed up? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m not mad,” he rasped.
A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her kissable mouth.
“Come here,” he said in a low voice.
Dakota licked her lips then walked to him, and when he laid the towel on her shoulders, she shrugged it off then looked up at him from beneath her lashes. In the soft lights reflecting from the pool, she was beautiful. Cobra snagged his arm around her waist and yanked her closer to him. He could feel her tits pressing against his chest, the hard nipples pushing into his skin, and it hit him like a taser straight to his cock.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he muttered. He should end this here and now, but he just wanted one taste of her sweet lips, then he’d push her away and they’d go back to the room and pretend this never happened.
Dakota stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Cobra’s leg slipped between hers as his hands slid down her back, grasped her ass cheeks, and jerked her closer to him.
“You’re such a hot temptation,” he said nuzzling his face in her damp hair. It smelled like oranges, chlorine, and the night air.
“Hmm …” A little sigh came from her sweet lips, and it drove him damn near crazy.
“If we keep holding each other like this, I’m gonna forget all about being on good behavior.” His lips skimmed through her hair.
She tilted her head back and locked her eyes on his.
“Being good is so damn overrated,” she whispered. With those lips parted, Dakota’s mouth looked much too tempting to resist.
The heat of her touch burned through him, and the need for her was off the fucking charts. “Dakota,” he rasped, wrapping her hair around his hand and pulling firmly on it.
Her breathy little moans landed on his throbbing dick.
Fuck it.
Cobra yanked her hair even more until she winced. “There’s you, baby … and there’s me. Then, there’s this dark, nasty craving in between. I’m aiming to close the gap.” He crushed his mouth on hers, then his tongue pushed inside her open lips.
