I press my thumbs into the tension of her shoulders. “What is the worst-case scenario in all of this?”
She thinks on it for a second. “I never get my groove back. I’m never able to create a high-end dessert again. My waitlist of chefs dump me and I never get hired again. I’m forced out of the industry and end up working in the bakery department of a grocery store, decorating cakes for Karen’s retirement party, but then of course, she fucking complains because the purple frosting isn’t the right shade of violet. So, I cuss her out because there are worse problems in the world than her frosting leaning more eggplant than violet, causing me to get fired from there too and now I’m living in my dad’s house and sleeping on his couch and he’s devastatingly disappointed because he’s given up his entire life for me and now I’m unemployed and couch surfing.”
I can’t help but laugh, which thankfully pulls one from her too. “Dramatic as fuck, Mills.”
“It could happen.”
“It’s not going to happen. Even if you did leave the high-end world, you’re still a badass baker. You’d open your own bakery or something equally as amazing. You don’t get to where you are in your career out of luck. You’re a hard worker and ridiculously talented. That doesn’t just change.”
I don’t mention anything about Monty because it’s completely absurd that she’s worried about her dad’s disappointment and I think she knows it too. That guy looks at his daughter like she hung the fucking moon.
“I need to get serious in the kitchen when we get home.”
“Okay,” I agree calmly. “You’re right, but you can’t do anything about it tonight. So, there’s no point in stressing about it now.” Bending down, I place a kiss on the top of her shoulder. “Am I the one who needs to remind you how to have some fun?”
She relaxes back into my touch, pressing her ass against the cradle of my hips under the water. “You’re like a completely different man than you were at the beginning of summer.”
“Yeah, well, in the last two days I got laid and pitched a no-hitter, so things are looking up for me.” I trail my hands over her stomach and tits, barely grazing the pads of my thumbs against her nipples. “Besides, I told you, the old Kai was different. He had a wild streak.”
“Hmm,” she hums against me, her body coming to life under my touch. “And what did the old Kai do to have fun?”
Dipping lower, I toy with the strings of her bikini bottoms sitting against her hip. Finding the end of one, I tug. “He skinny-dipped.”
The fabric falls open as she looks down into the water, and Miller is all but writhing against me when I pull at the string on her opposite hip, her bottoms floating away in the water.
It didn’t take much and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“Kai.” Her tone is laced with warning, but the need in her voice is a whole lot louder. “We could get caught.”
I nip her earlobe. “That’s all part of the fun, baby.”
I let my hand drift lower, skimming the skin of her belly before dipping my fingers between her folds. Palming her pussy, I give it a little tap under the water.
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had, you know that?”
“Yeah?” Her voice is hoarse as she grips my forearms, partly to balance herself in the water, but mostly to keep my hand right where it is.
“I couldn’t believe how tight and warm it was around me. You’re all I’ve thought about since. How good you taste. How wet you get.”
She moans, rolling the entire length of her body against me.
Nipping against the skin of her throat, I whisper, “I want to be inside of you again.”
“Then do it.” Her nimble fingers undo the tie at the top of my shorts, dipping inside to grip me.
Groaning, I drop my head to her shoulder.
She feels fucking amazing. Just as amazing as she did the other night. She strokes me in the water, grinding her ass against me in tandem.
I slip a finger inside her cunt and she almost falls apart from that alone. “You should fuck me, Kai. That’d be a good distraction from my stress.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care.”
She doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s too turned on to be thinking straight.
“Yes, you do, Miller. You just don’t think you care because your pussy is literally weeping on my fingers right now.”
And I know I sure as hell care.