“And what about Derek?”
“What about him?”
“Why did you go out with him?”
“Because I was truly looking for my soulmate.”
“Never thought I’d be that person?”
“Never thought it was an option,” I answer honestly. “Not just because of business, but because I know we’re different in so many ways. You’re more experienced, you’re more outgoing, you’re more . . . I felt you were out of my league.”
“That’s bullshit,” he says, his voice not angry, more disbelieving. His hand slides over my stomach and his thumb casually rubs against my heated skin. “Kelsey, I’m nowhere near your stratosphere. Hell, I’m lucky you even looked my way.”
“Stop, you know that’s not the truth.”
He tilts my head back and lifts my chin so my lips are at his disposal. “Babe, it’s the truth.” He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. It’s not long, but it’s delicious and causes me to groan as he leans away. “Fuck, when you make that sound . . .” His hand slides across my stomach again, and this time, his thumb caresses the underside of my breast briefly. “Ask me something so I don’t strip you down and pull you into the pool with me.”
The thought of that is incredibly appealing. Very appealing. So appealing that I squirm under his touch, wanting him to “accidentally” touch my breast again.
But we’re taking it slow.
We’re trying to not be all about lust.
So, I close my eyes and block out the desire I have for this man while attempting to think of a question.
“Umm . . . what, uh . . . what’s your favorite . . . um . . .”
Position?
Way to be sucked off?
Sex toy?
God, what’s wrong with me?
“What’s my favorite what?” he asks, his hand once again smoothing over my stomach, his thumb dragging so close to my breast, my bare breast—thank you, crop top—that a low throb starts pulsing between my legs.
Body part?
Piece of lingerie?
Way to make me come . . .
“God, I don’t know what I was going to ask,” I say breathlessly.
“Hmm, maybe I can ask you something?”
“It’s going to be naughty, isn’t it?”
He chuckles. “Why would you assume that?” Goosebumps erupt as his fingers dance across my stomach again. I gasp when his thumb connects with my breast.
I press back against his chest. “Because, you’re attempting to turn me on, and it’s working.”
“Babe, I’m not attempting to do anything.” His thumb skims just below my nipple.
“Jonah,” I whisper. The spot between my thighs is now aching.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, pressing a kiss on my neck.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I don’t.” He swipes his thumb over my nipple again, and because there’s fabric between his thumb and my breast, I don’t get the intense sensation that I want from his touch. “I just want to make you comfortable. Are you comfortable?”
“Not anymore.” I wiggle against him and rest my head to the side, exposing more of my neck.
“Shame. How can I make you more comfortable?” His lips kiss up the column of my neck, gentle, light pecks, leaving a trail of chills along my arms.
“You know what you can do.”
“Unfortunately, I’m at a loss.” His lips ride close to my ear as he seductively says, “You’re going to have to tell me . . . or show me.”
God, he’s tempting me. He’s giving me the option to explore.
And I desperately want to explore.
Just a little teasing.
Just a little relief.
I move my hand to the nape of his neck and anchor myself to him as my other hand grips the one that’s resting on my exposed stomach. On a deep breath, I bring it under my shirt and rest it just below my breast.
I feel him harden against my back and that’s more of a turn-on than where his actual hand is. Knowing I can do that to him, that I can turn him on as much as he does me. This man who’s unruly, who’s sexy, who’s someone I never thought would look my way . . . I can make him lose control. It makes me not only feel powerful, but also incredibly desirable, and I can’t recall the last time I actually felt that, if ever.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers.
“I want to know what you’d do to me if I were naked, in your pool.”
He groans into my ear, and his erection becomes even more prominent against my backside. I encourage his thumb to drag over my bare nipple, and he does just that, causing me to clench my teeth. That feels . . . so good.