Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“I can teach you,” Cash offered, coming up beside me.
“You’re a good teacher.” I’d liked the first driving lesson far more than I expected, enough that I’d asked Cash when we could do it again, and we’d found a few other parking lots to test out in the past few days. Who knew? I might even get an official permit. Danny Love, responsible citizen, and all that.
“So are you.” Cash was staring right at my mouth.
“Ha. Pretty sure you’re a self-taught genius there,” I said breathlessly as he bracketed me against the pool, big arm on either side of my shoulders. I shivered, delicious anticipation coursing through me.
“We probably shouldn’t fool around in the open.” His voice was husky, more seductive than regretful.
“I don’t hear any drones. And I think you’re as into outdoor sex as I am.” I grinned hopefully at him.
“Maybe.” The corners of his mouth twitched.
“Come on.” Careful to avoid the waterproof bandage, I ducked under his arm to swim to the part of the pool tucked against the house. The chlorine made my contacts sting, but not enough to slow me down. “We’re practically hidden.”
“Practically.” He lounged against the wall, letting me be the one to trap him. It was a little shallower here, allowing us to touch the bottom of the pool with our toes but still plenty deep enough for floating.
“What are you thinking?” He ran a thumb down my cheek. Yup, I had him, and I made a happy noise as I rubbed my torso against his under the water.
“I hear SEALs have legendary lung capacity…” I teased.
“Underwater head might be an advanced class. How about you kiss me instead, birthday boy?”
“Gladly.” I snaked my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him. We were both hard, but Cash kissed me with an unhurried thoroughness that had me moaning. Lord, how this man could kiss. I loved how he’d asked me for the kiss only to take over himself, owning my mouth with little nips and sucks and deep forays of his tongue.
He’d been right that it hadn’t been a month yet, but he still knew exactly how to turn me on. He swept his hands up and down my back, holding me even closer. A needy sound escaped my throat when he abandoned my mouth to lick at my jaw and neck.
“Cash.” I wasn’t sure precisely what I was demanding, only that I wanted it right then.
“Yeah. You got me.” Cupping my ass, he urged me to grind against him, groaning when I wrapped my legs around him. The buoyancy of the water made the position work, and I leveraged my toes against the tile wall of the pool to get more friction. But the drag of our shorts against each other wasn’t nearly enough.
I wriggled away so I could shove at his shorts. “Want you.”
“Not sure I’ve ever skinny-dipped.” He followed my lead in tossing our shorts to the side of the pool.
“First time for everything.” I wrapped myself around him again, this time with my back to the wall, him pushing against me in a way that had me craving lube, but it felt too damn perfect to suggest a mad dash back to the house. Besides, I was pretty sure that I’d never gotten it on in a pool before either, and I liked sharing another first with him, trying something new.
“Yup.” He kissed me possessively until I clung to his shoulders and bucked against him, our cocks grinding together under the water. That earned me a throaty moan from him. “Damn, Danny. Do that again.”
“This?” I crossed my legs behind his back, holding him snuggly in place while he cupped and squeezed my ass, encouraging more grinding. His fingers brushed my hole. “Damn. You make me want to invest in water-appropriate lube.”
“Ha.” He laughed before nipping at my ear. “Add it to your order.”
“Yes.” I drew the word out as he readjusted our position so he could grip both our cocks in his big hand, something we both loved. The familiarity of him stroking us both off along with the novelty and naughtiness of being underwater like this, outside, cool night air contrasting with the warm water and hotter kisses, made my pulse hum, a steady beat of rising need. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, mouth finding the strong cords of his neck.
“Yeah. Do that. Love your teeth.” His head fell back. I hadn’t even realized I’d been biting, but once he asked for more, I got more deliberate about it, biting and sucking, reveling in the image of him wearing my marks like an extra tattoo. He shuddered, hand stroking our cocks faster, the slide of his fist aided by the water. I fucked up into his grip, arching my back and pushing against him. The floaty feeling of being in the water like this only made everything that much sexier.