Page 94 of Mr. Dangerous

By the two of us swam back to the boat house and sat on the sun-warmed dock, my muscles were pleasantly tired, but I felt invigorated and relaxed bytheswim.

"I'm not going to stop swimming," I said, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and slipping a sodden elastic band off my wrist to tie it. "I'd forgotten how much Ilikedit."

"Why would you stopswimming?"

I froze. I hadn’t meant to bring up the ticking clock on our swims. "I mean, I'm going to have to find a triathlon group or something. Or Masters? Someone toswimwith."

Rob's face went studiedly neutral at the reminder he would leave Rhode Island, and me, behind. It wasn't that long from now, either. I didn't know how much Mitch's situation changedthings.

But it probably didn't change things much, or maybe Rob wouldsayso.

I leaned away over the sparkling water, feeling the smooth, damp wood under my palms. Rob slid a finger under my bathing suit strap, and I turned to look at him as he tugged meclose.

Whatever Rob was thinking, he didn't say it. Couldn'tsayit.

He pressed his soft lips against mine. And despite my common sense, my hand rose to rest possessively on his cheek again, almost as if my body had a will of its own when it cametohim.

He leaned back, pulling me with him, and I straddled him as he lay back on the dock. The uneven boards of the dock were rough against my knees. I kissed him hard before I looked up towards the house, but we were blocked from view by the blocky outline of theboathouse.

His hands slid down my waist. I felt the electricity of his touch pulse through my body even through the slick spandex of my swimsuit. His hands wrapped hard around my hips, and I pushed my hipsagainsthis.

Rob peeled my swimsuit straps down from my shoulders. I wriggled out of the suit, and as I pushed it down around my hips, his breath caught. I took in the way he was looking at me, as if he was drinking in the sight of my bare breasts and shoulders. He ran his hands over my bare skin, his fingers stroking away the drops of salt water that still clung to my skin, his palms cupping my breasts. When he caressed me, the roughness of his palm against my nipple sent a jolt of pleasure straight tomycore.

"You're so goddamn perfect," he saidsoftly.

"We'd better hurry," I murmured, before I pressed my lips to his. My heart raced with the fear of being caught and with my lustforRob.

He moaned softly into my mouth as I stroked my hand over his thighs, finding his cock through his swimsuit. Then in a quick motion, he was on top of me, his weight braced with his hands to either side of my shoulders. I slid my suit down my legs, leaving it looped around my ankle so I'd be able to find it again in ahurry.

Rob pressed against me, the tip of his cock brushing over me sending a wave of desire and exultation through my body. I slid an arm over his shoulders, holding himclose.

He pressed deep inside me, and we moved together, and it felt like even the movement of the ocean lapping at the beach around us stilled. The world went quiet except for our motion, the way we were getting lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies and the sounds of the other's breathing. I clung tight to Rob's neck as my orgasm grew to a tight, rippling intensity, my muscles spasming around him. My toes curled against the rough damp boards ofthepier.

Rob's handsome mouth fell open with the pleasure of his own orgasm, and I felt proud of myself that I could make him lose control for a second, just for a second, even as my own body seemed to levitateagainsthis.

I lay back on the warm deck, breathing hard, spent. Above me, the blue sky spundizzily.

"I want to do that again," Rob said, his voicehusky.

I grinned. "Metoo."

Then I bit down on my lip, thinking of the countdown, of how few days there were left to do that. I didn't just want to do it again. I wanted Rob's body to be mine, to wake up to his kisses and to sip from the same mug of tea, for the rest ofmylife.

I sat up, reaching for my swimsuit. Competition suits were tight to begin with, and I wasn’t the same size I’d been in high school. I struggled to drag the wet fabric up over my thighs and stomach. I could feel Rob start to smile as he watched me. With a jolt, I thought of how hungrily he’d taken me in when I was undressing, how opposite his amusementwasnow.

I looked so ridiculous to Rob’s grandmother, and I always had seemed pathetic to Kate. The way I looked to Rob now–fighting with my swimsuit after having public sex with him like I was some… some… hussy–must be ridiculous too. Someone who would do whatever Rob wanted, desperate for a little bit of him. The housekeepers’ saddaughter.

If I were Kate, would he talk to me about what was going on with theinvestigation?

"I know, I'm irresistible," I said tartly. "Don't fall in lovewithme."

Rob's smile dropped away. "Naomi."

I yanked the straps up over my shoulders and walked away towards thehouse.

“Naomi!” he said, his voice commanding. He raced after me, catching my shoulders with his hands. I turned reluctantly tofacehim.

“You can’t chase me, Rob,” I said. “You’renaked.”

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