Page 45 of Driving Beats

Not moving, she stands taller. Her nipples crest the waterline. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would.” I grab her around her waist, turn her so she’s facing away from me, and bring her naked, thrashing body against mine.

“Uncle! Uncle! You got me!”

In her ear, I whisper, “Too late, Nese.” I try to spank her, but the water prevents me from making any meaningful contact.

She wriggles free and swims to the opposite side of the pool. When she gets there, she flips her wet hair backward, laughing. “Didn’t go as you planned, huh?”

I smile. “Not in the slightest.”

She twists to face me, her body obscured by the water. However, every inch that was pressed against mine is seared into my memory.

Under the water, I open and close my hands.

Wishing they were grabbing hold of her hips.

Nese mocks me further. Instead of staying beneath the surface, she stands at her full height. Meaning her breasts emerge from the water.

The swell of her boobs looks like they would fit perfectly into my palms.

Pink nipples taunt me.

My cock twitches.

It’s been so long since I’ve had any of these feelings.

Grinning, she asks, “Now what are you going to do?”

I don’t stop, think, or consider. I only feel. With measured steps, I splash over to her. I run my fingers down the side of her face. “I’m going to kiss you.”

On a breath, she says, “Oh, okay.” She tilts her head up toward mine.

At first, I close the distance between us slowly. Then faster. Faster. Until our lips meet in an exploration that goes off the charts in less than a second.

Soon, my tongue touches hers. Dances. Traces the contours of her mouth.

My other hand cups her cheek. Our only point of contact is our lips, which press against each other increasingly harder. I move one of my hands behind her head, encouraging our kiss to deepen.

I pull away and trail kisses down her neck. She moans and runs her fingers through my hair, which is bliss. I need to get closer to this amazing woman. Who never stops surprising me.

My free hand dips down her back and reaches her bare ass, causing me to groan this time. “What are you doing to me?”

Her hand grabs my board short-covered ass, and squeezes. “You’re a great kisser. Who knew?”

Her response sums her up perfectly. She’s the personification of spontaneity, living in the moment, while I’ve been her polar opposite for years. These contradictory feelings wash over me in waves that mirror those we’re generating in the pool.

“I’m good at other things, too.” Assuming I remember how.

“I believe you.” She gets on her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around my neck. Every square inch of her body molds against mine. Damn.

I nip her earlobe, then trace it with my tongue. Her head falls backward, offering me access I don’t hesitate to kiss. My right palm finds her boob, which I knead like the bread she made yesterday. I run my index finger over her hard nipple.

Not the only thing that’s hard in this pool.

I want to dip down to suck and lick her boobs, but I’m not about to go underwater. However, my hands are free to stroke between her legs, so I reach forward and tap her thighs. Without hesitation, she opens for me. Returning to her lips, I kiss her again while my right hand travels toward her core. Considering we’re in the pool, I can’t tell if she’s wet from touch. Her moans indicate I’m doing it right.

I skim by her clit, which causes her hips to gyrate. “Yes!”