Page 75 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

Neither of us moved.

He kissed me again, harder this time, and I arched into him, feeling every inch of him pressed against me. He was hard, I could feel him even through the water, through our swimsuits as heat pooled low in my stomach.

“We’re in a pool,” I managed.

“I’m aware.”

“Anyone could walk in.”

“I bought it for today, don’t worry.”

“Of course you did.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and hungry. “Tell me to stop.”

I could have, and then we would shower in separate locker rooms, drive home, eat and… go back to normal. Blake had said we could end it early. So we could do that.

Because I had to remember that this was fake, temporary, and ending in less than three months.

Instead, I pulled him back down and kissed him until we were both breathless.

“Fuck me, Liam,” I said, staring at him and daring him to.

23

THAT WAS REALLY STUPID

LIAM

“Fuck me, Liam.”

My cock twitched so violently in my wet swim shorts that I thought the fabric might actually split. The sensation was electric, a heavy, throbbing weight that sent a jolt of static straight to my brain.

Yes, I had been with women before. I was a gold medalist, for God’s sake. I knew how to handle a physical challenge, but I had never felt this level of sheer desperation. I could taste the hunger in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic tang. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, and my pulse roared in my ears like a freight train derailment.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from the laps, I tried to tell myself, my legs feeling like lead. Or maybe the chlorine finally melted my frontal lobe.

But then I looked at her, and every excuse turned to ash.

Deepika stood there like a goddamn siren designed for my personal ruin. Her dark eyes were so dilated that the irises were just thin rings of mahogany. Her soft, plush lips were already swollen and bruised from my mouth, and her long hair was slicked back, dripping down her spine.

She looked like every wet dream I’d ever had, only ten times more lethal.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said. My mouth crashed into hers, tasting of salt, pool water, and the intoxicating jasmine of her skin. My hands fumbled blindly at her swimsuit, the wet fabric clung to her curves like it was mocking me. The friction of the cold fabric against my hot palms was driving me insane.

“Off,” I growled against her hot mouth. “Get this shit off now.”

She let out a breathless, jagged laugh that vibrated against my tongue as we struggled with the elastic. It was clumsy, frantic, and half-hilarious as we fought the straps, but finally, the suit peeled away with a wet snap, leaving her completely naked in my arms.

I stopped and raked my gaze over her, my lungs burning.

Water beaded on her skin like liquid diamonds, rolling down the deep valley between her heavy, ample breasts, over the soft, beautiful swell of her stomach, and pooling in the shallow dip of her navel.

I felt a primal hunger burning inside me. She was all curves and heat, her nipples already dark and pebbled into tight, hard points that practically screamed for my teeth.

“Liam…” she started, her voice small and trembling, a rare flash of vulnerability that made my possessiveness flare into a white-hot flame.

I didn’t let her finish. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, sucking the sensitive skin until I knew I’d leave a mark everyone at the gym would see tomorrow.