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She stops, her hand on the railing up the stairs to leave the pool. “An adult relationship, but I should’ve known you can’t handle that. Good luck finding what you need, Carm.”
I dive through the water and stop her from leaving.
She whips her arm out of my hold. “Seriously? Just stop.”
“What exactly do you mean, an adult relationship?”
“I guarantee you it’s not what you’re thinking. I was stupid for assuming you were someone different, so let’s just drop this whole thing. We can go out tonight and you can find some girl to bring home and send back to her own bed in the middle of the night, and maybe I’ll score a date with someone who wants a relationship.”
The thought of her with another man is as appealing as jarred spaghetti sauce. Fuck that.
“Do you really think you can just tap those heels together and forget me while you head to bachelorville?” I brave a step closer to her. I’d do just about anything to have her under me right now. All I want is to spend the rest of this gloomy day in bed with her.
“You’re not irreplaceable.” She crosses her arms when she catches my vision straying to her chest again.
“You’re wrong. You might be with another man, but you’ll still be thinking of me.” Another step closer and our chests are almost touching. I pull my wet sweater and T-shirt off my body because when I kiss her and her chest is against mine, I want those hard nipples poking into me. The cool rain pelts my bare chest, but it doesn’t damper the heat simmering under my skin.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my bare chest. “That’s what you think. You’ll only pick up redheads, imagining you’re with me.”
“Damn right.” I lean forward, ready to take what’s mine. Damn the consequences.
“Don’t do this, Carm, unless you’ve thought it through.”
My hands land on her cheeks to keep her in place. “I’m done using my brain for the day and I think you should be too.”
Her hands rise to my collarbones but remain clamped into fists. “Carm…”
She sighs as though she’s certain she should do anything but what we’re about to do. I’m not sure if I convinced her or not, but she leans into my body, allowing my lips to cover hers.
Sweetness. That’s the only word that comes to mind as my tongue slides along her mouth, begging entrance. She grants me access, and a small part of me feels a thrill as though it’s the first time I’ve kissed a girl. I’ve envisioned Bella under me so many times, I worried I might be disappointed if I ever allowed myself to have her. But she tastes like the promise and culmination of everything I didn’t know I needed.
I reap the reward of her nipples poking my bare chest, and my erection strains against my soaked shorts. The rain slides down our faces while our mouths are joined and my hands grow tighter, any resolve I had left breaking.
One of her legs rises up my thigh. If my lips could leave hers, I’d get us out of this water, but the last thing I want is to take my lips off hers because a part of me fears she’ll start thinking too much again. Counting all the reasons why this won’t work or why I’m the wrong guy for her. I couldn’t handle that right now. Not with the feel of her against me.
We explore one another tentatively until her fingertips make contact with my face, meaning she’s unfurled her fists to touch me. I pick her up and carry her to the edge of the pool with my lips still attached to hers.
Instead of the lazy sliding of our tongues, we’re seeking, each swipe becoming deeper. More urgent. More intense.
I prop her up on the edge of the pool, my palms sliding along her inner thighs to situate myself between her long legs. As my hands wind around her waist and drop to her ass, nudging her forward to position her against me, she moans softly—as though I needed any other incentive to take what we both want without apology right now.
As our lips lock once more and her soft skin is under my palms, it’s decided—I’m not going to worry about all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together. She wants this. I want this. We’re adults. We can handle the aftermath like civilized people.
“Carm,” she sighs as my mouth slides off hers and travels down her jaw.
“Here or the bedroom?” It might take everything inside me to walk her into the house, but if she wants seclusion, I’ll give it to her.
“I’ll never make it to the bed,” she says as she tips her head back, granting me the opportunity to run my tongue down her neck.
My hands snake up her wet T-shirt, thankful there’s no hindrance of a bra. “My kind of girl.”
For once, she doesn’t argue with me. The only sound she makes is a gasp when I tweak her nipple.
Damn, this is going to be fun.
