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They were the same people, he couldn’t argue that. “Yes, but we know what it costs to be together. We know better than make the same mistakes we made before. That has to count for something.”
She watched him and he watched her. The water lapped against his waist and her thighs, which were still cradled in his hands.
“Gia. If you don’t want—”
She kissed him and cut off the offer he hadn’t wanted to make. He’d been about to reassure her that if she didn’t want to sleep with him, she didn’t have to—bet or no bet.
Turned out she put his tongue to better use. Her mouth moved on his. Softly. Slowly. This was nothing like the day in her parents’ vacation house kitchen—or the bathroom interlude that followed. They explored each other carefully, like neither of them wanted to spook the other away.
Her hand vanished into the water and next he felt her tender grip on his erection.
He grunted, hardly able to breathe now that she was handling him with long, even strokes. She smoothed her lips over his open mouth, tempting him, turning him on so much his brain wasn’t operating at full capacity.
But he couldn’t keep from replaying her words—and the wave of regret they’d arrived on.
He ended the kiss and looked his ex-wife in the eyes. “I don’t want to fail with you again, G.”
Damn. That was honest. More honest than he’d meant to be.
She released him, untwined her legs from his hips and swam for the ladder. He thought that was it, that she’d changed her mind and, hell, maybe that was for the better. For them to cut their losses and let go of the idea of them altogether.
But then she turned and looked over her shoulder before climbing out and said, “Well. Come on.”
He followed obediently, his eyes feasting on the vision of his ex-wife climbing the ladder. She pulled herself from the water, her long, soaking hair arrowing down her back, a trickle of water flowing over her tanned skin. Her plush bottom in that hot pink bikini. God, he could take a bite out of her—she looked that damn delicious.
Even if this was a bad idea, he wasn’t as future focused as Gia. He didn’t give a damn what happened in a day or a week or a month from now. Whenever he was with her physically, the world was suddenly right. Everything made sense for the time they were together and that was enough for him.
She toweled off and he did the same, quickly. Unlike his apartment where everyone could see everyone, they didn’t have to worry about privacy in this backyard.
The house was in a neighborhood but not the tightly packed suburbia that he’d grown up in. Here, the houses were spaced out enough that no one could peer over at them from an upstairs window. That fact, and the tall white privacy fence around the entire backyard, was probably why Gia let him take off her bikini top.
He released her gorgeous breasts into his hands, stroking the chilled buds. The sun was receding fast, the cooler air blowing in, but he didn’t want to suggest they go inside. He was afraid she’d have second thoughts. They had momentum, and if they lost it, they might never find it again.
She shivered as she slipped her bikini bottoms off her legs. He followed suit, kicking off his shorts in record time. Then he stared.
He loved Gia’s body. He always had. And now he was going to love her body from head to toe—for as long as she could stand it.
She’d always loved foreplay and he’d been more than willing to take his time with her. They hadn’t had the chance for foreplay the last time they were together. He intended on remedying that.
He backed her to the rattan chaise lounger and laid her down. “Are you—”
She hushed him with her finger against his lips. Clearly she didn’t want to give herself a chance to have second thoughts either. She ran that same finger down his chest, belly button and lower as she sat on the lounger.
When she navigated his favorite part of his body into her mouth, whatever thoughts had been bouncing around in his head vanished. There was only the feel of her heated mouth suctioned onto him.
He rested his hand on the back of her head while she worked, admiring her grace and beauty while she took him on her tongue. She was the best. He hadn’t been a saint while they were divorced, so he knew of what he spoke.
Gia blew his mind. Thoroughly. She didn’t try to impress him; she simply enjoyed herself. Pleased with herself for pleasing him. So focused on him, she must not have noticed when he gently cupped her jaw to stop her. She took him to the hilt again, one long, slick slide that had him welding his molars together.
He forced himself from her mouth, bending at the waist while he waited for the spots to clear from his vision. He wanted to finish inside her tonight.
She peered up at him, eyes wide. When she licked the corner of her mouth, he worried he might come right then. He was a grown man, in charge of his faculties most of the time, but this was his weak point.
Shewas his weak point. His ultimate Achilles heel.
He was starting to see what she meant about this being a bad idea, but damned if he’d stop now. He tossed his beach towel on the concrete and lowered to his own knees in front of the lounger.
Pushing her shoulders, he encouraged her to lie back. He didn’t have to convince her much. Propped up, arms draped over her head, she was a goddess. The purple-pink sky intensified the surreal moment, the water droplets still clinging to her skin sparkling in the fading light.
