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I heard my grandmother's words to me in Brooklyn after I had escaped there in April. She had compared me to my mother, who couldn't even stand beside me for the length of a party. And now I was becoming just like her.
"My life is complicated," Brandon continued. "I know that. I know it's not easy for you. But I am yours, Skylar, body and soul. But I can't be yours if you're not mine too."
I gulped. Bubbe was right. Brandon was right. I didn't have to act like everything was okay tonight, but I shouldn't have run. I should have stayed and dealt with things like an adult. Like the partner I wanted to be.
I leaned my forehead on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," I whispered into his damp skin. "You're right."
"I'm right?"
I lifted my head and smirked. "Don't get too excited, Casanova. You screwed up too, leaving me there for three whole hours. But yeah...you have a point. We can't rebuild our relationship if I'm running away."
Almost immediately, the tension in Brandon's muscles relaxed, although he kept his arms propped on the ledge beside my shoulders, refusing to let me go.
"I'm...glad you agree," he said as he leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips.
The quick connection, which started out innocently, ignited the smoldering fire between us. My mouth opened hungrily, and when his tongue touched mine, my entire body shivered.
Brandon pulled back, a different kind of spark in his impossibly blue eyes. His gaze slid over the visible parts of my body: over the wet surfaces of my shoulders, my neck, the hint of cleavage at the top of my bikini. Slowly, he reached a finger and traced the edge of the spandex, following the border of the top along the strap, down across the sensitive skin of my upper breasts, and up the other strap until his hand came up to cup me behind the neck.
I couldn't move. I was like a startled deer, caught in his headlights.
"In the mood to be teased, Red?" he asked as his finger played with the straps behind my back. "You in the mood for games?"
He pressed his warm, hard body into me against the ladder. Only the thin fabric of his underwear and my bikini separated us. I could feel him straining through it, even as the corded muscles at his neck also strained with the tension of holding back. His blue eyes glowed into my green as we breathed into each other's space, allowing our bodies to touch, but neither of us willing to make the first move.
"I-I don't know," I stuttered.
Slowly, one side of his mouth and then the other rose in a wicked smile that made my insides flip over. And again. Brandon leaned in further. I wanted desperately to kiss him, but I couldn't move. Kiss me, I willed him. Show me you want me.
To my reluctant moan, his hand fell from my neck into the water, fingertips drifting up and down the, the dip of my waist, sensitive skin of my thighs, toying with the elastic band of my bikini bottoms.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
Breathlessly, I obeyed. His thumbs hooked the interior edge of my suit and slid up and down the elastic, finding slight contact with the center of me under the fabric.
"You hate it when I tell you what to do." Brandon's voice became distractingly low as he dipped his mouth near my ear. "But you like it when I boss you around like this, don't you, baby?"
I couldn't deny it. It went against every urge I had for control, but maybe it was the desire to let go of that control that attracted me so much to Brandon. His ability to manipulate my pleasure seemed as important to him as his own. I didn't like it anywhere else in my life, but with him, it was...freeing.
His fingers tugged aside my suit so that I was fully exposed under the water, while his other hand spread my legs wider.
"Hold this to the side," he said, guiding my hand down to keep the fabric out of his way.
Together we watched through the ripples of water as his fingers found me. One slipped in and out of my heated center, followed by another as his thumb found my clit and started to move in slow, teasing circles. If I hadn't been propped on his hand, I would have fallen under water.
"Brandon."
My voice started to fade as my body instinctively melted toward him. I didn't just want his touch. I wanted his mouth. I wanted everything.
The hand on my thigh gripped hard while the other continued its work. Still only inches from his hard chest, my nipples pebbled through the thin material of my suit. Brandon leaned down to nip one briefly through the fabric, causing me to moan as his fingers picked up their pace.
"That's it, baby. Does it feel good?" He leaned in again to growl in my ear. "Do you like it when I fuck you with my hand? Right here, where anyone could see you?"
I whimpered into his neck, then bit hard enough that Brandon gasped. He shoved his steel length against my inner thigh. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. He thrusted more forcefully with his fingers, and his thumb found a more insistent rhythm on my clit, driving me further and further to the edge of my undoing.
But just as my body was starting to approach its point of no return, he pulled his hand away and tugged my bottoms back into place.
