Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

Annie

"Whoa. Easy there." I didn't mean to startle him into falling in the pool.

"Hi." His gaze circles the pool, clearly checking to see if anyone else is here. "I didn't see you there."

I nod. "I figured that. Sorry."

He's standing right in front of me, all carved muscles, broad shoulders, and lean hips. Jesus. I am up close and personal with thick thighs beneath clinging wet board shorts not to mention the bulge at his crotch.

I've spent my whole life around athletes. Sure, they have great bodies. But this man is freakin' Greek god perfection from head to toe.

The air around us is already steamy and now goes thicker and hotter. As our gazes lock on each other, I can feel the pull between us.

"Uh…okay if I join you?"

Oh God. Please do. Please… My lips pucker up on a smile. "It seems inappropriate."

"I want it to be inappropriate," he says with a low groan. He takes a couple of steps away from me and sits on the bench below the water surface, submerging that perfection up to his shoulders. My gaze lift to his face. He lifts a wet hand and shoves it into his thick dark gold hair.

Now I'm tingling in my pleasure place.

"It feels amazing." He leans his head back, eyes closed. "I love hot tubs."

I've only been here a few minutes and the water is decadently warm and soothing. "Me too. I came here for some peace and quiet."

He opens one eye. "Are you saying you want me to be quiet?"

I pucker my lips on a smile. " Can you be quiet?"

He snorts. "Of course I can be quiet."

The burble of the water surrounds us here at the edge of the woods. I tip my head back to peer up at the inky black sky dotted with pinpricks of brilliance and the glow of the Milky Way. You don't see the sky like this in the city.

Still silent.

I shift so a jet is pushing at my right shoulder blade. I'm feeling the golfing from earlier. I haven't golfed in ages. It's not my favorite thing to do, but I wanted to be a good sport.

More silence.

Jesus. He's really not going to say anything.

I catch one corner of his mouth lifting, as if he knows this is bugging me, as if he knows I want to talk but can't say anything and he's not going to be the one to break.

Competitive. Just like me.

I blow out a sigh.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yes. Just relaxing."

"You don't seem relaxed."

I roll my lips in and bite my top lip. "How am I supposed to relax when you're…" I gesture at him and his near nakedness. "You're stressing me."

"I'm stressing you? I'm sitting here quiet as a one-handed clap."

Yeah, but you're sitting there…

"Maybe you should talk." God, I sound like an idiot.

"We could talk quietly." He rises halfway out of the water, looks around again, then glides over to sit beside me.

I swallow. "I think it was better with you over there."

"Better how?" He rubs his leg against mine.

"Um. Safer," I choke out.

"Yeah. Probably." His hand rests on my thigh. "But I like touching you."

I whimper. I like it too. "We can't do this. Someone could come…"

"I know." He caresses my leg and leans down to brush his lips over my temple.

Arousal sweeps through me like fire. His lips whisper more kisses over my cheek and a throbbing heaviness develops between my legs.

Oh God.

His hand slides over my thigh again, then between my legs…higher. I can't stop my legs from parting or my hips from lifting, and then he cups my pussy through my bathing suit bottom. I pulse against his palm.

"Logan…"

"Mmm. I know." He kisses my jaw.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth to keep myself quiet. I glance around the wooded space in case there's someone there. But it's quiet and dark. He rubs my pussy and the ache there intensifies.

"We can't do this."

"Shhh." He nudges my face with his to turn my mouth toward him and captures my lips in a soft, clinging kiss. He increases the pressure on my straining clit.

I have to feel him, too…my hand floats through the water to his lap and searches out his erection. "Oh yeah." He's hard. Thick and solid beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. I stroke him and he groans in my ear.

"Fuck yeah. Feel my dick. You made me hard."

My inner muscles clench hard, everything pulling up tight.

"So hard." I grip him tighter.

His other hand presses on my chest, between my breasts. My nipples are hard, tingling points and I shift to brush against his palm. He cups me through the Lycra. "Oh yeah. Hard little nipples." He brushes fingertips over the tight tip. "So fucking hot." He curls his fingers into the top edge of the suit and yanks it down to expose me.

I gasp. "Logan!"

His fingers pinch the tender peak and sensation bolts straight to my pussy.

"You can't do that!"

"As if I can stop," he says on a low groan. "Jesus, Annie."

I look down. Water swirls around my bare breast and his big hand playing there. A moan mounts in my throat and I try to hold it back.

He presses against my clit. "Does it hurt here?" he whispers.

"Y-yes."

He grunts with pleasure. His fingers rub over me. "Do you wanna come now, beautiful?"

"Oh God, yes," I nearly sob.

"You have to be very quiet, though. Can you do that?" He licks my ear and shivers cascade down my spine.

"I don't know." I whimper. I'm so close to coming, I can't think. This is so risky but so goddamn good. I'm helpless. All I can think of, all I want is that sweet, sweet satisfaction. I want that curling heat inside me to swell higher and higher and…

His hand glides up my chest, over my throat, and covers my mouth. My eyes widen and he look at me, our foreheads touching. "I got you," he whispers. "Let go."

I made a strangled noise and my eyes fall closed as I reach that pinnacle, every sensation coalescing into a sharp spike of pleasure that then spreads through my shuddering body. I make noises, but Logan's firm hand on my mouth keeps them muted.

"Fucking gorgeous," he mutters, removing his hand from my mouth. He presses his mouth to mine in a long hard kiss and squeezes my pussy as endless ripples pulsate there.

When I'm cognizant enough, I tug my swimsuit up to cover my breast. My hand went still on his cock when I came and I stroke him again. He captures my hand, though, and moves it away. "Better not," he says hoarsely.

"But…"

"Yeah. I want to come to bad. I need to fuck you…I'll come to your room."

"No." My response is immediate. Instinctive. "We can't do that."

He rests his forehead against mine, his jaw clenched. "I know. Fuck."

I fill my lungs with air and let it out. Then again in a long exhalation. "I better go."

He nods. "Yeah. Get out of here before I lose my goddamn mind totally." He gives me another hard kiss and releases me.

On legs that feel like cooked asparagus, I scramble out of the hot tub and grab my cover up and towel. I glance back at him. His arms are stretched out along the edge of the pool, his biceps bunched. He watches me with hungry eyes and I fumble my feet into my sandals then make a hasty exit.

I pad down the carpeted hallway, eyes darting around in case someone sees me, and skip the elevator to take the stairs to my second-floor room. The adrenaline beating through my veins has me running up the stairs and when I get to my room and the door is safely shut and locked, I drop into the armchair and stare at the subtly-patterned beige carpet. I exhale a long gust of air.

Gah. I'm still vibrating with arousal. I was almost ready to throw discretion to the breezes and give Logan a hot tub lap dance with a happy ending. He is way too tempting. This day was a test of my fortitude. Watching his amazing butt as he teed off on the golf course. Flirting with him in the cart knowing we couldn't act on it. Trying not to watch him every minute. Our eyes meeting across the room, both knowing we had to ignore each other.

And there's still tomorrow to get through.