Page 148 of Our Chaotic Love Affair

I lifted her onto the counter in one smooth motion, stepping between her legs. Her dress rode up her thighs, and my hands followed, tracing the soft skin there. She pulled me closer by my shirt collar, her lips finding mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly became anything but.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admitted against her mouth. “You in my kitchen. You in my home.”

“Is that why you invited me over? For kitchen counter sex?”

I laughed. “That was just a bonus possibility. I actually have plans for later.”

“I like the sound of that.”

I kissed her deeply and then stepped back.

“Come with me.”

I led her through the apartment, out the sliding doors to my glassed-in terrace. The jacuzzi bubbled in the corner, steam rising in the night air.

“Get in,” I said. “I’ll get the wine.”

“I don’t have a suit.”

“Neither do I.”

She looked around. “What if someone sees?”

I chuckled. “Unless they’ve got a telescope, they’re not seeing anything.”

I stepped back inside, grabbed the wine and our two glasses.

When I returned she was standing next to the glass and staring out at the city.

I filled our glasses and set them on the edge of the jacuzzi.

I started to undress. She turned to watch me. I took my time, and when I was down to just my boxers, I smiled.

“Don’t stop now,” she teased.

I pushed them down and kicked them away. I stepped into the hot water and sank down.

“The water’s great,” I groaned.

“This is insane.”

“Probably.”

She bit her lip. Looked around the terrace. Back at me.

Then she reached for the zipper of her dress.

I watched, riveted, as she slowly unzipped and let the dress fall to the deck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Just simple cotton underwear that she slid down her legs and stepped out of.

She was perfect. Curves and soft skin. The city lights behind her made her glow.

“Stop staring,” she said.

“Can’t help it.”

She slipped into the hot water with a moan that made my entire body tighten. Her head fell back as she sank deeper, purple hair spilling over the edge of the jacuzzi.

“Oh my god,” she groaned. “This might be the best thing I’ve ever felt.”