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With my back to one of the many columns of his back porch, Hudson’s lips found mine again. With one hand, he cushioned my head from the hard concrete. With the other, he searched the back of my dress for the zipper, all of the patience he possessed located solely within those fingers. It made those butterflies take flight in my gut again, though he hadn’t been so gentle with the last dress I’d worn.
But I’d made this one, and he knew that. He didn’t want to ruin it.
He tugged the zipper down as far as it would go, the rigid fabric and boning of the corseted bodice falling forward between our bodies. I pulled the sleeves down my arms quickly, releasing the entirety of my upper body to the elements. Thank God it wasn’t a cold night.
“No bra?” He asked, his words a whisper against my lips.
My cheeks warmed. Think, Sophie. “The corset acts as one.” I quickly fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tempted to break them like he had the first time, the promise that I would sew them back on resting on the tip of my tongue, but he took over for me. Within seconds, his shirt was on the cold ground, my hands now pressed to the warmth of his skin instead.
As if on instinct, my senses rushed back in, banging against that locked little box I’d shoved them in and screaming this is a bad idea. I turned my head, separating our mouths just so I could breathe properly, fully. I needed a minute. I needed time to think, time to decide if this was something that would end with an ache in my chest and too many tears shed against my pillow, if it was worth the potential upset. “Let’s swim.” That’s the best you can come up with? Seriously?
Hudson stilled, his eyes trained on me. “You suggest we go outside, and now you want to swim?”
I nodded.
“Are you just using me for my pool?”
“Maybe,” I mocked. I winked at him as I slid down the column and out from the cage of his arms, kicking off my heels toward the door. “All this time you thought I was looking out my window at you that day. Jokes on you, Dr. Brady. I was just taken with your pool.”
Hudson laughed, taking a step toward me as I retreated, my back to the water. “So you’re saying my little voyeur is actually just a pool enthusiast?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I stopped where I was, just an inch from the steps that lead down into the water. Slowly, I lowered my dress further, pushing it past where it hugged my hips and down until it pooled like liquid around my feet.
Hudson’s gaze hovered over my body, taking in every inch. “You didn’t wear panties either, Sophia?” He asked, his voice guttural, deep, that lust creeping back in. I tried not to think about what he would assume that meant, the correct answer he would come to.
“No,” I breathed. “I didn’t. Join me?”
I watched as he unbuckled his belt from across the concrete patio, naked as the day I was born. I stole a glance at his neighbor's house—the one on the other side that wasn’t mine—and felt the goosebumps creep across my skin as I wondered if they were watching us. By the time I’d brought myself to look at him again, he was pulling his trousers from his ankles, throwing the fabric back toward the house as he closed the distance between us.
His mouth met mine again as he forced us back, and I gasped, instinctually reaching for the railing along the stairs but finding nothing but air. My foot hit the first step, striking true, the warm water rippling around it and beckoning me further. He guided me down, one arm around my bare waist, as if he’d gotten in blind a million times.
By the time we were up to our chests in the water, I was using it to my advantage. I wrapped my legs around his hips, his rigid cock firmly between us and slipping against my clit, and had the water hold my weight as I reached up to kiss him again. I couldn’t help myself. Even though this was meant to be a breather, a moment to calm down, I needed him close. I needed him on me or I was going to lose my goddamn mind.
Maybe I would either way.
He pressed my back against the edge of the pool, the tiled edges sliding against my skin, and held my face between his hands as his lips moved against mine. He went deeper into my mouth, exploring with his tongue, memorizing. My peaked nipples rubbed against the solid muscles of his chest, sending little waves of pleasure right down between my legs. “Why didn’t you wear underwear?” He mumbled, lifting me higher on his body so he could access my breasts. He moved the damp strands of my hair out of the way, and before I could stop him, his mouth was already there, taking one between his lips and dragging his tongue across the sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” I groaned, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck for stability. “You know why.”
“Naughty,” he chuckled. “You’re lucky I have a shred of patience. Otherwise, I’d fuck you right here.”
I bit my lip as I looked down at him, his teeth around my nipple, his green eyes cast up at me. I’d hardly had a full glass of wine yet somehow, someway, I felt comfortable enough to speak freely. “Do you think I don’t want that?” I breathed.
“Do you?”
I chuckled as I pushed my fingers into his hair, the wet strands thick and full around them. “Obviously.”
I gasped as he lifted me higher, fully out of the water until my ass hit the cold ledge of the pool. Wet pieces of hair clung to my skin, sticking around my waist and breasts, clinging to me the way I wanted to with him. He lifted himself onto a step under the water, the upper half of his body rising from the pool and water sluicing down his frame. The moonlight reflected off of him, shimmering against his hardened chest in all its stupid, perfect glory. He looked like a Greek god emerging from the lakes of Hell itself, here to damn me for eternity.
“Jesus,” I breathed, leaning back on my hands to get a better look at him. He nudged himself between my thighs, pushing them outward. “It’s not fair that you look like that.”
He pushed the loose strands of wet hair back from his face as he loomed over me. “I’m sorry. Should I just let myself get out of shape purely so you won’t be tempted?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Then don’t complain.” He leaned into me, pushing me back, guiding me with one arm around my waist. The more I pitched back, the more the moonlight reflected on me, not him. “Lift your legs, Sophia.”
Sophia. The amount of times he’d referred to me by my full name now was getting out of hand. Still, I obeyed, lifting my calves from the water and higher, toward my chest.
