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“Are you trying to splash me?” My eyebrows shoot up.
“Of course not.” She hits the water harder, and this time, she splashes my feet and calves, soaking the towel beneath me. “What makes you think I am?”
“Scarlett,” I say in lazy warning, enjoying this playful side to her.
“Oh, youdon’twant me to splash you?” She does it again, the water now soaking me from the waist down. “Sorry.”
She doesn’t sound sorry at all. And from the expression on her face, I’d say she doesn’t appear sorry either.
“You’re asking for it.” My voice is still mild, my body relaxed. She has no idea I’m coiled tight and ready to spring on her at any given moment.
“Oooh, I’m so scared.” Another splash, and that’s it.
I’m up and off the lounger in seconds, jumping into the pool directly in front of her, making as big a splash as I possibly can. She’s squealing, trying to get out of my way, but I hook my fingers around her upper arm, pulling her in close, our bodies colliding.
Sparks fly between us despite the cool water, the undeniable attraction we share almost unbearable, yet it feels so damn good. Her silky legs tangle with mine, and without thought, I back her against the wall of the pool, pinning her there with my body so she can’t escape.
“See what happens when you keep splashing me?” My voice sounds extra deep even to me, and I give in to temptation, my hands resting lightly on her hips.
Scarlett playfully shoves at my chest with both hands, but I don’t budge. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m no fun?” I run my hand down her hip. Around her ass, teasing the leg of her bikini bottoms, my fingers streaking along the underside of her ass cheek. It’s plump and perfect. “I can think of a few ways we can have fun.”
The mood between us shifts at my words, her body going still. She keeps her head bent, so all I can see is her wet hair falling around her face, and I slip my other hand under her chin, tilting her head up so she has no other choice but to face me.
She blinks, water still clinging to her long lashes, and I’m filled with the need to kiss her.
Like the impulsive asshole that I still am, I do exactly that, pressing my mouth to hers.
She doesn’t resist. Doesn’t even so much as put up a fight. If anything, she gives in, her hands gliding up my bare chest, setting off sparks wherever she touches me. When her lips part beneath mine, allowing my tongue entry, I press more firmly against her. Wanting to feel her.
Needing her to feel me.
Scarlett sighs in surrender, and I swallow the sound, circling her tongue with mine, my hands playing with the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She lifts her legs up, wrapping them around my waist, and I slide my hands down, gripping her ass, ready to pull her in even closer?—
“There you kids are! Oh shit, sorry to interrupt.”
I slump against Scarlett for a moment at the sound of Roger’s familiar cackle, closing my eyes for the briefest second before I gently push away from her and turn to face him. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d stop by and check in with you two.” Roger is grinning, his gaze only for Scarlett. I glance over my shoulder to watch her submerge herself so the water covers her from the chin down.
Smart move. Now Roger is leering almost in disappointment thanks to his view being cut off. I tread water in front of her, cutting him off from seeing her at all.
“We’re doing good,” I reassure him, glancing over my shoulder to meet Scarlett’s gaze, mouthing to her,Are you okay?
She nods, her lips curved into the smallest smile.
“I can see that. You two seem pretty cozy.” Roger’s tone is knowing.
Irritating.
Reluctantly I leave Scarlett where she is and make my way across the pool, into the shallow end.
“Just trying to cool off,” I say nonchalantly. I climb the stairs and exit the pool, heading for the lounger and grabbing my half-soaked towel. “Considering we’re together, wouldn’t you assume we’re already pretty cozy?”
He draws near when I pick up the towel and start absently wiping water away from my chest. “Cut the shit, kid. I know you two aren’t for real.”
The paperwork Scarlett and I signed is an entirely different document than the contract I signed with Irresistible. But of course Roger knows. Who the hell told him? “Just trying to give you what you want.”
