She returned to her book. Like the conversation was done because the little princess decided it was over.
Nope.
I hauled myself out of the pool, shaking my head to clear the sudden muffle to my ears.
Waterlogged. Christ, I was out of practice.
I loomed over her chair—a ridiculously expensive, imported, island-style cushioned chaise. Completely impractical for pool-side shenanigans.
Shay was onto me. She kicked as I approached.
“Come on,” I teased. “You look like you’re done. Golden brown and delicious, just the way I like ‘em.”
“You did just not say that to me!”
I scooped her into my arms before she could untangle from her beach towel.
“Zach, don’t!” She flailed. “I swear to God—”
“Come on, Shay. The water’s fine…”
I edged closer to the pool. Her squirming did nothing to free her. She only ground the best parts of her into the most flattering parts of me. Shay smacked. I tightened my hold.
“Don’t! Zach! I will never forgive you!”
That was a given. She hadn’t forgiven me for fucking her brains out the night we met, and she wasn’t about to forget that I was named in her father’s will. I’d take my chances on earning her mercy before Judgement Day.
I jumped. She screamed.
We hit the water with an epic splash that would have gotten my ass laughed out of the SEALs. The heated pool was still cooler than the August air, and we submerged in a blitz of bubbles and churning water.
Shay flipped her fucking shit.
Her flailing elbow jutted into my stomach, and her leg nearly crushed a part of me already too swollen for effective swimming. She panicked with the grace of a flapping goose and shouted under the water.
I touched the bottom and kicked us to the surface. She sputtered, coughed, and twisted before wrapping her arms over my neck and shimmying up my body to get higher out of the pool.
“Holy shit, Shay. Can’t you swim?”
I ignored the flurry of profanity. I probably deserved it for nearly drowning the object of my affections.
“Easy, wait,” I said. “I gotcha.”
I wrapped my arms over her, pulling her closer and holding her firm, well above the water. She clutched me tighter, slamming her chest against mine.
I wasn’t about to complain. She could bitch all she wanted, at least she didn’t dare raise an arm to hit me.
“You are such an asshole!” She buried her head in my neck.
“I didn’t know you couldn’t swim.”
“What the hell possessed you to toss me in?”
“It looked fun.”
“Get me out of here.”
I grinned. “But we just got in.”
“Zach, come on.”
“I’ve got you. Nothing’s gonna happen. I’m trained in water rescue.”
“Who’s gonna save your ass though?”
“You’re not sinking. Enjoy it.”
Her nails tapped against my shoulder. “Nothing to enjoy.”
“You sure?”
I edged into water deep enough for me to stand. She hadn’t uncurled her legs from my waist. In a perfect world, she never would.
“Please take me to the stairs.”
“Take you on the stairs?” I glanced at the Mediterranean styled tile. A couple pool jets bubbled close to the ramp. “I’d never refuse a lady.”
“You are such a pervert.”
I was getting tired of being called that. “I said lady, not sister.”
“Zach!”
“You really don’t know how to swim?”
“No! Get me out of this deathtrap!”
I grinned. “You should learn. You never know when you’ll need that skill.”
“Like when an asshole drops me into a pool?”
“Exactly.”
I spun her around. She panicked like I tried to dunk her. My arms crossed over her tummy, and she arched, touching as much of my chest as she could fit against her back.
I liked it, but I wasn’t about to hold a woman hostage just to feel that perfect ass grind against my straining cock.
“Get used to the water,” I said. “I guarantee you’ll love it.”
I pushed her toward the wall. She couldn’t touch the bottom and freaked. I eased us through the ripples, holding tight so she didn’t kick an unfortunate area keeping us afloat. We reached the wall, and she grasped the edge like a cat shredding through curtains. I didn’t let her escape, only moved behind her and kept her still in the lapping water.
Pinned.
My arms stretched alongside hers, gripping the wall and trapping her between my bulk and the cement. She knew exactly what I was up to.
“This is a swimming lesson?” She asked.
I pressed against her. She didn’t buck me away. “Best I could do without floaties.”
“I’m going to drown, and I’m taking you with me.”
I laughed. “It’s all about getting comfortable in the water. Don’t worry. I won’t make you dive and tie military knots like they did for my training.”
I nudged closer. Her mocha skin glistened with droplets of water, and her delicate neck begged for a gentle kiss. But I was a gentleman. Shay was worth candle light. Roses. Champagne.
My gaze settled on the pool jet, positioned just right for a treat better than romance.
She deserved something more fun. Something that would reward her for not clawing my eyes out and tolerating the dunk into the pool.
I moved her along the wall, inch by inch. “If you give it a chance, you’ll love the water.”
“Doubt it.”
“Really? I always thought it was soothing.”
She snorted. “You like it so much? Why don’t you slip under the surface and take a deep breath?”
Oh, sure she wanted to kill me now. All part of the plan. In a few seconds, she’d be singing my praises. I chuckled and edged her a bit closer…
“Swimming is actually a very pleasurable experience.”
“So is kicking your lily ass—”
I nudged her in front of the jet. The bubbled force hit that perfect crest between her legs. Shay flinched so much she might have leapt out of the pool and taken half the water with her. I didn’t let her go. I held her against me. Hard. Her tummy pressed into the wall.
I knew where that jet was aiming.
“Za—Zach…”
“Now you’re getting it. The pool is nothing to fear.”
I grinned, but she couldn’t see it. I doubted she saw anything. Her fidgeting only trapped her closer to the jet. I knew that was a pressure she hadn’t felt since I dove between her thighs and lapped at her perfectly sweet, perfectly tight little pussy.
“I…Zach…”
Her words trembled. I chuckled, leaning over her. “The secret to all of this? You can’t be afraid of the water. Gotta be confident about it.”
“Confident…”
She shuddered. When a wave of pleasure hit her, it crippled her. During our night together, I clutched at her body as she collapsed into a helpless bundle of sensations and overwhelmed intensity.
Absolutely fucking sexy.
I loved it. Every fucking minute of it. My women always enjoyed themselves, but Shay made an orgasm into a religious experience.
I had to see her come again.
I had to feel it.
Three fucking weeks had passed since I took her. I’d held her. Felt her. Pumped my cock so deep inside her clenching pussy I thought her slit would rip it off, and I hardly fucking cared. Her taste was on my tongue, her tightness still tormenting my shaft.
Three weeks was too long a wait.
The least I could do was watch her crumble in my arms as I delivered her the greatest orgasm she ever had. Shay could ignore me all she wanted, but touching herself would never replicate the attention I gave.
Sex was an art, and I was the most gifted son of a bitch she ever welcomed inside that tight little slit.
And she made one hell of a muse.
“You just gotta give into it.” I grinned. “You can’t fight it. Got that, Shay?”
I wasn’t talking about swimming. Shay couldn’t hear me anyway.
“But once you get used to it…”
Shay murmured something. I let my hand trail over her arms, to her side, tickling her stomach, then lower. She didn’t stop me. I didn’t think she would. If the girl was wound tight enough to freak out over a bad spaghetti dinner, she probably needed this more than I did.