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Before I could stop myself, I turned on my heel and stomped out of the room. A moment later I was crossing the living room and out on the pool deck, wearing only my underwear.
Mitch’s head emerged from the water the moment I stepped onto the fully lit pool deck. My first instinct was to cover my chest. But I wouldn’t cower. Not for him; not for any man.
And the look Mitch gave at seeing me standing there, topless, made it one hundred percent worthwhile.
His eyes were pinned to my bare chest. His temple pulsed, but he gave no other sign that I was affecting him.
“You wanted to see me?” I demanded. “Go ahead. Lap it up.”
For a moment, Mitch just looked at me, his eyes wrenching up to meet mine. Then he dropped below the surface.
I thought for a moment he was hiding under the surface of the water so I couldn’t see him. Not at all. Not until he burst out of the water right in front of me, exploding up with a quick press of his thick arms on the edge of the deck. A moment later he was towering over me, water sluicing over his skin.
“What are you doing, Winona?”
I was keenly aware of how close we were, and how my breasts were fully exposed between us.
“I’m showing you what you wanted to see,” I said. “That’s why you turned the lights on, wasn’t it?”
I lifted my chin as he stepped closer, and fuck my traitorous breasts, but my nipples ached for him. They were only inches from his wet, ridged torso and had tightened into sharp buds.
Mitch sucked his teeth. “You were watching me,” he said, his voice low now, a rasp that sent a shiver over me. “You were touching these.” He brought his hands up to my tits, just a graze with his rough fingers. The cold of his hands made me gasp, but not louder than when he brushed his thumbs over my hardened buds.
My eyelids fluttered. I forgot what was happening. All I could feel was Mitchell Harrington’s touch.
Thunder rumbled, closer now, and that’s when he bent down and kissed me. It was hard, this kiss. Brutal. But it sent shockwaves through me so intense my knees wobbled. His tongue hooked against the roof of my mouth at the same time as I leaned against him, feeling the dripping, cool length of him hard and unyielding against my skin.
He broke the kiss just long enough to press his forehead against mine. His hands migrated around the small of my back, and then slid under the waistband of my underwear, cupping my ass. New warmth loosened between my legs. “Tell me you didn’t want this when you were touching yourself up there,” he rasped. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”
“No,” I said. I was still angry that he’d exposed me like that.
Still angry that I’d been caught.
“No, you don’t want this?” Mitchell gritted out, kneading his thumbs along the outer edges of my hips.
“No,” I said, my own voice rough, barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want you to stop, Mitchell.”
With that, Mitchell grunted, plunging his tongue into my mouth. His hands scooped lower under my ass, squeezing hard and spreading me apart.
We stood, hooked together by a newly exposed primal need.
I couldn’t believe I was really doing this… with him. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him, either. Desire radiated from our joined bodies. It was like we were uncapping something frantic and desperate, something… angry almost. Like we’d held onto our twinned fury since that first moment we met.
Thunder sounded, louder now. A moment later, lightning, far over the Quince River.
Mitchell made a guttural, animalistic sound as he hoisted me up so high my breasts were in his face. He clamped down on one with his teeth, hard enough to send a shock of exquisite pain through me, which he immediately soothed with the stroke of his tongue.
He carried me like this, around the side of the pool. At first I thought he was taking me to the pool house. Maybe he had been, but he stopped at the diving board, setting me down on the top. Then he backed away from me. He rested his forearms on the handholds as if giving himself a moment.
“Anita,” he bit out. “Lights.” Once again the only lights were the underwater glow of those in the pool.
“I can’t believe you came running out here with your tits out, Winona, as if that wouldn’t turn me into a wild fucking animal.”
A fire rushed through me seeing him there, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into mine. I couldn’t believe it either. But he’d provoked me. “You tricked me. You knew I was up there.” I took a step back, just to see what he would do, but stumbled.
He caught me with both hands on my hips. “Careful.” Then he brought his face to the thin fabric of my underwear. “You were spying on me,” he countered, before pressing his open mouth against my mound, breathing hot air onto my most sensitive spot.
Now it was me letting out the guttural sound. I shook, gripping the handholds as ripples of pleasure spread through me.
