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I swim to the shallow end, and when I surface, Roman is right there, his clothes soaked, and a bubble of joy wells up inside me. I can’t remember the last time I had fun like this, or laughed this hard. Honestly, for the first time, I feel like the weight of the world isn’t on my shoulders and I can just be...me. I’m guessing it’s because we both know where the other stands.
Where exactly is it you stand, Peyton?
I shut down that inner voice—I cannot fall for him—as his arms slide around my waist. In a move that is less than gentle, he anchors me to his solid body, and I register every delicious detail of his hardness.
“Want to know what fits?” he asks, the lust in his eyes heating the surrounding water and pushing the chill from my bones until I’m almost warm.
“What?” I ask, breathless. He puts one hand between my legs and pushes my panties to the side. A thick finger presses inside me, and my breath hitches. God, that feels good.
“My cock, right here. That’s what fits.” His mouth finds mine for a mind-numbing kiss and I quake as he begins to finger me. His thumb slides up, stroking my cleft, increasing the sensations, and I quiver at the sweet agony.
He tears his mouth from mine and puts it to my ear. “Want to know something else?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t take too kindly to being called a liar.” His hands slide down my back and he splays his fingers over my ass. He kneads my flesh, his hands full of ownership as he tugs, to widen my cheeks, and a cold rush of water stimulates all my sensitive nerve endings.
“Say it again, and I’ll own this ass,” he growls.
“Oh God, yes,” I cry out without thinking, and his soft chuckle curls around me.
“Oh, you like that, do you?”
“I...don’t know,” I say. “My guess is I’d hate it.”
His growl of laughter vibrates in the air, ripples through the water, and I move my hips, try to work his finger around inside me.
“Yeah, I can tell how much you’d hate it.” He slowly pushes his finger in deepe
r. “Maybe I’ll have to find another way to punish you.” He bites his bottom lip, his shoulder muscles flexing beneath my fingers, and my sex clenches, desperate for him to take the ache away. “Maybe I’ll put you on the side of the pool, spread you wide, shove my fingers inside you and give you a good hard licking.”
I close my eyes as the sensations and image pull me under, and I don’t dare say a word for fear he’ll change his mind. As I revel in all the things he’s threatening to do to me, a strong palm cups my face.
“Look at me, Peyton,” he says, and my lids lift. The intensity in his eyes is as frightening as it is exciting. His hand leaves my cheek, a slow exploration downward, his fingers sliding between my breasts, his hot gaze following behind. A second later my bra is gone, and his look is ravenous as he lifts me, taking one nipple between his teeth. His lips close over my bud, hungry, demanding, and I arch into him, loving this feral side that takes without asking. I’ve never wanted to open myself, give myself up like this before. But it’s a game we’re playing and I can’t forget it.
The water moves around me, and that’s when I realize he’s walking me to the edge, his deep growl rumbling through my body. He settles my bottom on the stone decking. Strong fingers grip my thighs and spread my legs. Need zings through my body and my throat instantly dries.
His mouth finds mine for a ravenous kiss and my entire body heats, a small moan catching in my throat. He pushes himself against my leg, and with my panties pushed to the side, he works magic with his fingers and I grow impossibly slicker. I thrust my pelvis, demanding more.
“Have you thought about me today? Thought about all the things I was going to do to you?”
“Uh-huh,” I say as he pushes a finger into me, and pulls it out, his concentration deep, like he’s working out some mathematical computation.
“Yes. Have you been thinking of me?” I ask in return. He slides his finger into his mouth, and for whatever reason watching him lick my slick arousal from his finger is like a goddamn aphrodisiac. Pressure builds inside me, and I tremble and pant.
“Roman,” I murmur, my gaze focused on his mouth.
He pulls his finger from his mouth and pins me with a glare, his hard body holding me in place, trapping me beneath him. “What, you want a taste?” He leans into me, his soft lips on mine, but his tongue, oh there’s nothing soft about that as it roughly invades my mouth, wars with my own tongue, like a king about to conquer an army and claim the bounty.
I’m the bounty.
His mouth slides from mine, stopping to tease my nipple between his teeth in his quest for the treasure between my legs. I’ve never felt like it was a prized possession, something to be worshipped, until this morning. He growls around a hard nub, tugs at it, and pain and pleasure tangle for dominance.
I lean back on my arms, brace myself as he feasts on me. My nipple pops from his mouth, and he licks a path downward until he finds what he’s looking for. His growl of pleasure wraps around me, and my skin tightens as the late-day sun shines on my body, sizzling the water on my exposed flesh, but I can’t think about that. No, I can’t think about anything other than his tongue and the lashes he’s giving my clit, a brutal punishment so intense it ignites every nerve ending and pulls a cry from my throat.
“My God, Roman,” I say, impatience in my voice as I lift, bucking against his face as his tongue swirls through my slick heat doing delicious things to me.
He growls and holds my hips, better positioning me as he feasts, his mouth ravishing my pussy, hungry little laps that drive me insane. His fingers tease, delve deep, slick in and out of my channel, but then he changes tactics and scrapes his teeth over my engorged cleft. Small tremors grip me as he spears deeper inside me, pounds into my flesh, hot, dirty plunges that possess my body, and tease the building pressure.
