Page 70 of Body Check

He kisses my neck, the soft scrape of his stubble sending my pulse skyrocketing. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, massaging some of the tension.

“Don’t start something you won’t finish,” Jason warns.

“Who said I’m not going to finish?” Grinding onto him, I swivel my hips, and the groan he lets out is satisfaction to my ears.

My hands trace over his sculpted body, touching him both above and under the water. He feels as incredible as ever. I grow slick between my legs, and it has nothing to do with the hot tub.

There’s a snap that echoes through the pool, and then footsteps, and I break apart from Jason. Breathing hard, I move to the other side of the hot tub, trying to act like nothing is going on.

My core throbs with want, my nipples tight buds. I’m panting, attempting to regulate my breathing.

There are more footsteps, followed by a shriek of laughter. Looking over my shoulder, I see a woman with two boys. Preteens, maybe.

One boy strips off his shirt and shoes, and then cannonballs into the pool. The other boy—his brother?—shakes his head and enters the pool more sedately using the ladder.

Mood? Killed.

Jason catches my hand. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs.

Need courses through me, and despite my misgivings, I give in to my impulsive side. “Your place or mine?”