“I see you’re still wearing your bathing suit.” His voice was sultry and smooth as I turned to look at him.
Myles St. James was stark naked, holding two glasses of wine in his hands.
He was muscular and toned, and my eyes trailed down his distinct six-pack to see his erection standing straight up, per usual. He strode toward me with so much confidence as his long legs and thick thighs closed the distance between us.
“Wow. Are you always this ... excited, or are you just happy to see me?” My eyes zoomed in on his erection.
“It’s all you, baby. Just the thought of you out here in the hot tub has me hard as a fucking rock.” He handed me the glass, and I set it on the patio beside us next to his.
“I can see that.”
He slipped into the water, making all sorts of ridiculous noises about it being too hot, until he was submerged with me. I stayed on the other side across from him. I reached for my wine and took a sip as my gaze locked with his.
“Are you going to stay over there and play hard to get?” he asked.
“I never seem to be able to stay over here if you’re over there, do I?”
He reached for his glass, taking a sip of chardonnay before setting it back down. His eyes never left mine.
“It’s been that way with us from the first day we met, hasn’t it?” he asked.
“I think you’re right.” I pushed to stand, my body only submerged from the waist down now. I reached for the tie on my bikini top at the back of my neck and pulled it slowly as it came apart. And then I reached behind my back and untied the other bow, tossing the top to the side.
His tongue swiped out along his bottom lip as he watched me. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”
“You think so?” I whispered teasingly as I reached for my glass and walked toward him slowly.
His eyes were on my breasts when I stopped in front of him. He ran his hands down my back gently, and his touch had me arching toward him. He took the glass from my hand, and he caught me offguard when he tipped it forward, drizzling the white wine down my chest. He leaned down and licked a path over where the wine had just dripped. And then he did it to the other breast. My fingers were in his hair as my breaths came fast.
“Look at me.” His voice was deep and gruff.
I lifted my head, and he held the glass to my lips, and I took a sip of wine before he did the same.
He set the glass down, and his hands moved to my hips, where he untied both of the bows of my bathing suit before he pulled the bottoms away and tossed them on the patio.
He tugged my mouth down to his and kissed me. I thought he’d position me above him, but he didn’t. Instead he cradled me against his body and just kissed me. For the longest time.
I could feel his desire thick and hard against my hip, but he still didn’t make a move to have sex.
When he finally pulled back, he wrapped his arms around me, settling his chin on my shoulder and hugging me tight.
“I thought you wanted hot tub sex,” I said with a laugh as I tipped my head back.
“So did I. But I just want to hold you right now.”
My breath caught in my throat.
We sat in silence.
Emotion thick and impossible to miss.
“I never expected things to go this far, Montana,” he whispered.
I processed his words. “Well, it was my first fling. So I probably messed it up for us.”
He chuckled against my ear, kissing my cheek. “You messed it up by simply existing. By just being you. You’re impossible to stay away from.”
“Thank you.”
