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The leggings are the last to go before she steps into the hot tub. A pink flush spreads across her skin as she rushes to submerge in the hot water, her dark hair fanning around her as she settles on the bench opposite from me.
“This is nice.”
I hum an agreement, studying her through the veil of rising steam as she looks around. At the house, at the woods. Everywhere except me. I can’t tell if it’s a purposeful move or not. If I’m really the least interesting thing to look at or if she’s feigning the nonchalance.
When our eyes meet again, there’s a jolt. In my chest and in my groin. I’m uncomfortably hard now, my entire body humming with an awareness of her proximity.
Hot tub is a first for me. I didn’t think to bring any of the girls I hooked up with earlier this week out here, and this is a luxury the house in Somerville is lacking. Bummer, because a soak would feel amazing after a couple of exhausting hours on the ice.
“How does this usually work for you?” Alice asks me. “You lure a girl in here, then what’s your move?”
I raise a brow, then laugh. “It’s a free country, remember? I didn’tlureyou anywhere. And…there’s no move.”
“No?” Her eyebrow arches, and it’s sexy as hell.
“This is a first for me.”
I can’t recall the last time I said that to a girl. If I’veeversaid that to a girl, even on the rare times it’s been true.
My dad succeeded in some ways, because I hate admitting weakness. Appearing vulnerable. Or maybe that’s just a natural human impulse I’ve never bothered to fight.
Something about Alice—her unpredictability or her mysteriousness—makes me want to admit it. Encourages me to be different from the smooth player confident of every move. She’s sure, and it has me scrambling to keep up.
Alice tilts her head, studying me back. Her fingers swish underwater, creating tiny currents on the surface.
“Doesno movemean you don’t want to fuck me?”
God, her fucking mouth.
Most girls would blush or whisper. Alice tossesthatout, then continues to create ripples in the water like my answer won’t affect her. Like she’s already decided how tonight will go and I’d be lucky to have any say in the matter at all.
I grab my glass off the stone side and stand, amused, bemused, and insanely turned on.
Alice’s head tilts back against the side of the tub as I push through the water toward her, a bob of her throat when our legs touch her only other reaction.
I take a final sip, then hold the tumbler out to her. There’s only an inch or so left. About five hundred dollars’ worth of alcohol, probably.
She takes it without hesitating, downing the remainingwhiskey in one gulp. I reach out and grip her left wrist, guiding her hand through the water and between my legs.
Red creeps up her neck when her fingers brush my erection, the first falter in her unaffected facade.
I lean closer, not touching her anywhere else but speaking right next to her ear. “You tell me. Do I want to fuck you?”
Her head turns. And then we’re kissing, warm, eager mouths colliding in a kiss that’s hotter than the water around us.
She’s a lit match, and I’m soaked with alcohol.
Everything ignites, my awareness burning down to nothing except her. My hands land on her hips and then slide down to cup her ass, lifting her off the stone bench and lining up our bodies. Her legs wrap around me as our tongues continue to tangle, her pussy grinding against my cock.
Goddamn, can this girl kiss.
Another thing that’s become rote. I kiss girls because it’s expected, because it’s a step you don’t skip even though you both know it’s only a precursor to the sex. Kissing is never the part of a hookup that I look forward to. I’m usually planning ahead, trying to decide on a position or unhooking the back of a bra.
Alice is making me forget there’s more to come. She sucks on my bottom lip, nibbling gently, and I can’t control the groan that spills out. Or the low “Fuck” when her fingernails dig into my back and her boobs rub against my chest, the wet fabric of her sports bra bunching between us.
She’s destroying me effortlessly, and it makes me desperate to affect her just as much.
I hoist her up onto the edge of the hot tub. Alice flinches as her ass hits the chilly wood, the frosty air raising goosebumps on her skin. It escalates the challenge, raises the stakes. Not only do I want her to forget all about her asshole of an ex, I also have to contend with frigid temperatures.
