“I named it for a reason.” She searched my gaze. “This is my job. I’ve worked hard to get here. I’m not throwing it away so I can scratch an itch.”
Ouch. Tell me how you really feel.
“Scratch an itch? That’s what you think this is?” I asked, my hand snaking around her waist as I tugged her closer. Her hands found my shoulders as she kept herself upright.
“I think you’re a professional hockey player. I think women fall at your feet. And you’re home for the summer, so it’s a slow time for you, and I happen to be here.”
“That’s fucking offensive, Weeze,” I said, but my body had a mind of its own.
My lips grazed along the line of her jaw, just as her legs wrapped around my waist.
“Your reputation precedes you,” she whispered against my ear.
“Oh, yeah?” I pulled back. “Have you seen me out with a lot of women since I’ve been home? The only one who’s gone on a date since you’ve gotten here is you.”
Her gaze studied mine. “That’s not how it is back in the city, from what I’ve heard.”
“Maybe if you’d been in the city back then, things would have been different.”
Her fingers moved to my hair. “Don’t tease me, Clark. This can’t go anywhere, and we both know it.”
My hands moved to her hips as she rocked against me ever so slightly. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting you, Weeze.”
“I don’t want you,” she whispered, as her lips grazed mine, back and forth.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours but was probably less than a minute before she pulled back.
She shook her head and slid down my body before swimming to the dock and using the ladder to climb out of the water.
My gaze tracked every inch of her. The way her sports bra and shorts clung to her body, water droplets cascading down her golden skin and disappearing into the tiny space between her breasts. Her hair was wet and wavy, falling over her slim shoulders.
She turned around and studied me for a moment before speaking. Eyes guarded but watchful.
“Come on, Hotshot. Time to work out.”
I groaned as I got out of the water, my dick hard as steel.
My trainer was completely unfazed now.
We gathered our clothes and walked toward the patio, where we each grabbed a beach towel and dried off the best we could before I led her into the house.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I said, clearing my throat because I was extremely uncomfortable at the moment.
She shook her head, eyes searching mine. “Really?”
“Really,” I chuckled. “You know where the laundry room is. I’ve got clean clothes in there. You can grab a pair of boxers and a tee and throw your clothes in the dryer if you want. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“I can’t believe you’re showering before we work out,” she said, lips pursed, as if she were completely baffled by the idea.
“I don’t expect you to understand this, but you just had your legs wrapped around my waist, which means my dick is rock-hard. Have you ever tried to work out with an erection, Eloise?” I asked, and her eyes widened with surprise.
“Not that I can recall,” she smirked.
“Well, it will make working out very difficult and slightly uncomfortable for both of us. So I’m going to take a quick shower and take care of business so we can get to work,” I said, my voice gruff.
She tucked her lips between her teeth as her gaze moved down my body to where my dick was standing straight up, straining against the thin layer of my briefs.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” she said with a chuckle, her cheeks flaming red.
