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He licked his lips, and his eyes roamed to her ass. The bikini bottom seemed more thong than bathing suit. Damn, what temptation had he just gotten himself into?
She walked down the steps until the bottom half of her body sank below the water.
“Why don’t you start by just walking from one side to the other in the shallow area?”
“Okay.” She did as he suggested.
“How’s that feel?” Dusty tracked her every move, watching for any sign of discomfort.
“Surprisingly, good.” She turned to lay a sparkling smile upon him.
“Good. Why don’t you make three laps back and forth? We want to start slow to avoid re-injuring it.”
She nodded and got to work. He could see her move with the same precision she’d used while performing her yoga exercises.
When she finished, he had her do foot circles, flexes, and flies.
“We could stop for today or do a few more exercises? You know your body better than anyone. How’s that ankle feeling?”
“It’s a little tired, but I think I could do one more.” She stood from where she’d been sitting on the steps.
“All right, why don’t you walk on your toes to one side of the pool and on your heels back?”
Asia started while Dusty swam across the pool to the deep end. By the time he reached the other side, Asia was almost back to her starting point.
Dusty climbed from the pool as Asia stood at the shallow end. He dove in and swam underwater until he came up a few feet from her.
He stood and slicked the water from his head, closing the distance.
“So, now that we’re done with the work, tell me something. Was Nico everything you wanted in a man? The fake identity Nico… the one with the yacht and private jet and properties around the world. That stuff is important to you?”
“Not really.”
“Then what was it about him?”
She shrugged. “He showed me attention. He lavished it on me. He made me feel like the most special girl in the world. He said he loved me and wanted to take care of me. That’s what I craved.”
“I don’t think that’s the man you craved,” Dusty growled, the idea of it causing his blood to boil.
“What do you mean?” Asia took a step back.
“I mean, when you touch yourself at night, I don’t think that’s the man you think about.” Or at least that’s what he hoped. He started walking her backward in the pool, stalking her like she was his prey. He had to know if he was stuck in her head the way she had nestled herself in his for all these years.
“I, I don’t—” she stuttered as her back pressed against the pool wall.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you’ve never touched yourself.” He took another step forward. “Look me in the eye and tell me it wasn’t me you pictured when you did. Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not thinking about me touching you right now.” Dusty closed the remaining inches, bracing his hands over the pool edge on either side of her shoulders. Then he captured her mouth with his, kissing her roughly, urgently.
She was panting when he broke the kiss, and the movement drew his eyes to her rising and falling chest. His hand swept up to close over her breast. A scrap of triangular fabric and some strings were the only things between them.
She gasped, but that didn’t stop him.
He rubbed his callused fingers across her protruding nipple, making her moan.
The sound brought his eyes snapping to hers, but the heat he found in them only urged him on, daring him to go farther. He pulled the cup down. The water lapped at her breast. Then dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before sucking hard. She tilted her head and thrusted her chest up to meet his caress.
“Dusty,” she moaned.
He tore his mouth from her nipple and stared into her molten, half-lidded gaze. “That’s right, Asia. It’s my name on your lips. Not his. Maybe you should think about that.” They stared at each other a long moment. Then he pushed from the wall and hoisted himself out of the pool, grabbing up a towel and stalking inside, leaving her confused and calling after him.
