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“Like this?” I grabbed at her ankle, my large hand shackling it with a playful and mocking tug. She laughed and almost screamed.
“Park! You’re going to get me wet!” She kicked water up with a splash, her hand placed onto my shoulder for leverage. A new and clammy heat rose to the surface of where she touched me, her soft fingers digging into me as if to keep her safe.
It’s ok, Gemma, I won’t pull you in, but don’t think I don’t want to, don’t think that I lack the strength to yank you down into my arms, because I have it and I’d use it. Maybe I want you wet, maybe I want you to feel the cold, so that your breath will hitch and I can catch it with my lips, mine against yours, stolen and cherished like I always dreamed of. I’m here, I’ll always be here, just give me time.
“You’re right, you are warm,” I commented, her hand retreating as if our playful touch was somehow wrong.
“And you’re cool,” she replied.
“Feels nice though, right?” I lounged by her thigh, resting near her side with my arms propped on the edge.
“Feels great. Everything feels—”
“Simple?” I asked, earning the most appreciative grin I’d ever seen on Gemma’s face.
“My new favorite word.”
“Simple is a luxury,” I muttered.
“It really is. I know this more than ever before.”
“Well, it’s better to know it now, than to take it for granted like me.”
She grew quiet, but smiled, moving to my face, the tip of her fingers twirling a curl of wet hair on my head.
“Your hair is getting long.”
“I know. Does it look bad?”
“No. Not at all. It has that signature boyish wave to it. You’re the embodiment of vacation right now.”
“I’m actually relaxed for once.” I admitted, not just being away from the city or the case, but because of now, finally getting to be alone with Gemma, my one true love. I wanted to know she felt the same.
My gaze traveled along her arm, its porcelain hue now pink, ripe before the adornment of bronzed skin. Maybe it was the coolness of the water or the graze of my arms against her thigh, but I couldn’t help but notice her nipples were hard, shaped into perfect nubs against her top. I swallowed, this vision and the toned curves of her sun-kissed stomach made my cock throb fuller with a rush of blood.
“Please don’t stop,” I shut my eyes.
“Stop what?”
“Touching my hair like that. It feels nice. Keep going.” I continued to rest my head by her side, looking up to her, pleading.
“Come here,” she urged me closer. “Come rest between me.”
Gemma opened her legs, creating enough space for my neck to enter. I moved closer, placing myself between her thighs with my back pressed against the pool. I couldn’t see her face any longer, but her smooth-shaven legs draped over my shoulders, positioned as if I were carrying her through the crowds of a packed concert. Slowly and with intentional grace, Gemma combed the waves in my hair, raking them back into a more tamed position.
“Mmmm…” I hummed. Her touch was calming, mixed with the smell of sunscreen and candies which wafted in the air.
“Is that nice?” she asked, her smile evident in her voice.
“It feels like the best part of getting a haircut. I could just fall asleep.”
“Try not to. You’re far too big for me to pull you out if you start to sink.” She gave my hair a tug. Bad play, Gemma, because that tug alone would be enough for any man to go insane, to take his woman into his own bed and ravish her until she doesn’t know which way is up.
“Well, if I do, then don’t try and save me. I think I’d die happy, considering how good I feel right now.” I laughed, comforted by the sway of her feet which lied beneath the water and against my ribs. “You’re so pink.” I noticed, resting my cheek against the inside of her thigh. “Do you need more sunscreen?”
“I think so,” she decided, still combing my hair. “I don’t want to get too burned; I’ll end up looking like the Phantom of the Opera.”
I chuckled to myself, “Hey, the Phantom gets a bad rap, and even though Raoul was the better choice for Christine, he’s still my favorite character.” I defended, expecting my brief comment on the characters to pass. I was ready to fall asleep on her thigh.
