The coolness of the night made the water chillier than normal. Gliding through the water felt like I had tiny pelts of ice nicking my skin. When I surfaced, Allison stood at the edge of the pool, staring down at me with a worried expression. “What the hell are you doing?”
Treading water, I replied, “Swimming.”
“In your tux top and kilt?”
“Fuck the tux. I wanted to swim.” I grinned up at her. “Come in. It feels wonderful.”
Allison’s brows lined as she gazed down at her dress. When I thought she would just jump in and join me, I was wrong. Her hands went around her back, and I soon realized she was unzipping her dress. Mesmerized, I watched as the top slid down her body. Blinking rapidly, I licked my lips as she shimmied the dress off her hips. When it lay in a puddle of satin on the floor, she stepped out of it, standing before me in nothing but a strapless bra and panties. Oh fucking hell, I was in trouble. Allison had the body of goddess—a goddess made for sex.
“Quite a little strip tease you have going on,” I said, trying to distract myself for the moment. Although as drunk as I was, I could have been yelling at her to take it all off.
With a shy smile, her arms crisscrossed over her waist. “It’s just like a bikini,” she protested. Instead of jumping in, she went to the stairs. Slowly, she took them one by one, the water enveloping her body in a teasingly sensual way. I couldn’t have kept my eyes off of her even if I wanted to. She was too fucking sexy. And what was totally endearing is she had no idea what kind of effect she had on me.
She swam to me in long strokes, her body causing delicate ripples as it cut through the water. But when she reached me, she kept right on swimming. Eventually, she dipped under the waterfall and disappeared from my view. Weighed down by my clothes, I kicked hard in the water to swim after her. As the waterfall cascaded over my head, I searched for her. She rested back against the man-made rock formation. Her eyes tracked my movements toward her.
Allison seemed so far away. I knew what I had to do once I got to her—I had to fucking devour her. I had spent the last two weeks playing the gentleman by keeping my fucking perverted thoughts at bay. I had also kept reminding myself that she was just a friend, and more importantly, she was Jake’s sister. But I’d spent way too much time denying myself someone I truly desired, which was Allison. There was no way I was letting this night end without making her body mine.
When I reached her at the rocks, I tugged her to me. Her slick body fused against mine, causing my cock to twitch with anticipation. “What have you done to me?” I asked, as I stared into her eyes.
Allison’s brow lined in confusion. “I haven’t done anything.”
I shook my head. “You’ve done something to change me—to make me want you.”
“Maybe you wanted me all along and didn’t realize it,” she challenged softly.
“You mean these past few weeks?”
“I mean for a long, long time. Longer than you would like to admit.”
Blinking several times, I tried processing her words in my inebriated state. Through the haze, I wondered if Allison was right. Had there been something between us for a long time? And what the fuck did she mean by longer than I would want to admit? She had been just a kid—a teenager—for most of the years I’d known her, and I sure as hell wasn’t some pervy dude who got off on young girls. “I don’t know about that. But I do know I want to kiss you again.”
“Then kiss me.”
For a few seconds, my mouth hovered over hers. I felt her quick pants of breath feather across my cheek. Then without another moment of delay, I pressed my lips to hers. The cold water seemed to have doused the intensity we had before when we were doing the shots. This time Allison was tentative at first, letting me take what I wanted. But then the silk warmth of her tongue flicked across my bottom lip. A groan left my mouth almost instantaneously.
Pulling away, I stared into her face. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
She fluttered her eyelashes prettily at me. “Do you really mean that?”
“I would say it was the tequila talking, but I think my wood would prove me wrong.”
As her arms came to encircle my neck, she pressed herself against me. “I don’t want it to be the tequila talking. I want it to be what you feel deep down inside.”
I stared into her eyes, which held such vulnerability. That look caused a feeling of protection to come over me. I didn’t want anyone to hurt her, least of all me, and in that moment, I was completely dangerous to her. I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. But, I couldn’t see how I could take from her. Through the haze of alcohol and being somewhat tongue-tied, I knew I had to get clarification from her before we went any further. “You like me, Allison? You mean, you really like me?”
With a solemn expression, she nodded her head. “I always have, and I always will,” she whispered.
At the time, I didn’t understand the enormity of her statement. All I knew was my dick liked her very, very much, but in my hazy state, I tried to decipher what I felt about her deep down inside. There was so much about her to like—her sweetness, her smile, her sense of humor, her gentle, caring spirit, her artistic talent, and also her friendship. Without even trying, she’d found a way to break down my walls and strip my soul bare. If I was truly honest with myself, I should have been able to see how much I liked her…maybe even was in love with her. But it was impossible to process all of that tonight.
Ignoring the more amorous feelings rocketing through me, I focused instead on the lust that popped and crackled in the air around us. Rolling my hips against hers, I groaned. “I want you, Allison. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”
Her fingers tangled through the wet strands of my hair. “Then take me, Rhys.”
My mind screamed at me to man up and do the right thing—to remember Jake, to remember that Allison was drunk, and I was myself. But instead, I did what most guys do in a situation where a soaked and partially naked chick is in front of you. I thought with my dick.
My hands went to grip her around her ass cheeks, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around me. Once she had her legs around my waist, I started walking us out of the pool. “Oh Rhys,” Allison murmured, before bringing her lips to mine. Our mouths worked frantically against each other, tasting of a mixture of silver tequila, desperation, and pure lust.
Sloshing through the water, I finally got us over to the pool steps. Allison tightened her arms around my neck as I climbed up the steps, which was no easy feat considering I had both the weight of my wet clothes and Allison to contend with. Our lips and tongues continued working manically against each other. As we went by the bar, I let one of my hands leave her buttocks to grab the bottle of tequila.
After kicking open one of the wooden doors leading to the bedroom, I stalked over to the bed. Just before I lay Allison down, I pulled back to stare into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never more certain of anything in my entire life,” she replied breathlessly.
Gently, I eased her down on the mattress. As I stood between her legs, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, freeing her tits. “Oh fuck me, you’re perfect,” I muttered.
With a shy smile, Allison then scooted back on the mattress and lay back onto the pillows. She seemed to read my mind when my gaze landed on her lace-clad pussy. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband and then slowly and tediously slid her underwear down her thighs. Either to tease me or because she was feeling shy, she kept her thighs pressed together, so I didn’t get a view of the deliciousness between her thighs.
Christ. There was no way I was backing down now that I had her naked and willing in my bed. Sitting the bottle of tequila down on the nightstand, I began to tear the wet clothes from my body. Allison’s heated gaze warmed my body as she followed my movements. When I was left in nothing but my boxer briefs, I picked up the tequila and eased down onto the bed.