Page 97 of Love Wells Kept

“You know exactly what I mean, Kit.” His smirk makes my thighs clench.

“I’m not sure I do, handsome. Might need to show me how hard you are, so I can let you know if I’m equally as wet.” My fingers curl around the back of his neck to twist the short, dark hair there.

His face looks pained, and that’s how I know he’s stiff as a board beneath his swim shorts long before he takes my hand and guides my touch there. My fingers skate up his thigh, gliding easily across the swimsuit fabric.

My heart flutters.

Oh, he’s hard, all right. Sixteen years together, and I’ve still never gotten over how thick he is, nor the ache between my legs when I have to stretch to take him each time.

I palm his shaft through the thin fabric, eliciting a rugged groan from somewhere deep inside. And he tips his head back to rest on the pool edge, bucking his hips into my touch.

“Fuck, Kate,” he grits out, rugged tenor making more heat swirl in my lower belly. “See what you do to me?”

“Oh, so this is my fault?” I kiss his ear. Nibble at the lobe. “Bet you’re really curious to know how wet my pussy is right now.”

Hearing that, his hands shoot toward my lap, and I fend them off with a few swats of my free hand. All the while kneading the ridged head of his cock through his shorts. His thighs quake under my touch.

He stares at me, pupils blown out, desperation in every flick of his gaze down to my mouth.

“Is this what gets you off? Knowing I want you so bad it hurts?” His words come out mere shards of a wrecked voice. “I don’t remember what this used to feel like with us, but I know what it feels like now. And I want you. Right now.”

He practically growls. A need. A demand. My pussy tightens around the emptiness, aching to feel him.

Jackson grabs my hips, tugging me onto his lap, and when I’m straddling him, the only thing I can feel is his cock pressing—pulsing—against my center. I drape my arms over his broad shoulders while his head falls back with a deep sigh.

Unable to help myself, I move my smiling mouth to meet his. And as soon as our mouths collide, the glowing ember turns into a roaring flame. An ardent kiss where we catch each other’s groans and feed them back to one another in a clash of tangled tongues and love nips. My fingers clutch his hair, holding on for dear life, while he consumes every part of me.

His lips find their way to the column, then the crook, of my neck. Licking, sucking, biting his way around me.

The small red triangles provide a pathetic level of coverage, so a simple nudge of his knuckles exposes my right breast. He cups it, gliding his wet thumb over my hardened nipple. He curls into me, inhaling my skin and licking a trail through spots of water beaded on my chest, until he’s swirling a tongue around my nipple in a way that sends silk strands slipping down my spine.

I moan into his hair—a last-ditch effort to muffle it. And he twists to grin up at me.

“Careful, Kit, or we might end up with an audience.”

My eyes roll around the pool deck, checking for lurkers watching us. And before the surface tension on my anxiety breaks, Jackson brings me right back to him with a harsh suck on my nipple—bringing the entire thing into his mouth and letting go with a resounding pop.

My body leans into his and he cups my ass, holding me so each thrust of his hips sends pleasure rocketing through my core. Suddenly the thin bathing suit fabric is too much. My skin’s too hot, too tight, too desperate to be touched.

“We should go.”

Jackson’s finger dips beneath the fabric of my swimsuit to swish across the trimmed hair over my pubic bone. “We should stay.”

“What if somebody comes out here?” My mouth may be protesting, but my hips tilt to force his touch a little lower. Little lower. Until he’s flirting with my clit and my entire body is tingling with anticipation. “We could get caught.”

“That’s what makes it so fun.”

Who is this uninhibited man and what did he do with the man I’ve known for the last sixteen years?

“But you never used to…” An argument dies on my tongue when a finger presses my clit.

“My wife said she wants to be fucked in the hot springs. If I wouldn’t have done anything about that before, I was a fucking idiot.”

Holy shit. I know I said that, but…well, honestly, I didn’t expect it to ever happen. It was said in the spirit of playing along with his questions. In the past, my husband was always gentle, soft, a rule follower to his core, and I loved him for it. But this? Oh, I love this, too.

He thrusts upward, cock rubbing the spot that makes me writhe and arch my back. “So tell me what you want, Kate. You want my fingers? Or maybe we’ll sit you on the edge of the pool and I’ll eat that sweet cunt of yours? Or should I shove you so full of my cock, you feel it in your throat?”

His words make my cheeks heat. I open my mouth, then close it hesitantly. Is it crazy to say I want it all?