Page 6 of Playing For Keeps
Thomas looks thoughtful.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Joseph. If you want her back, you have to make the first move. Selena is stubborn as fuck.”
At this, I laugh. I know that better than anyone.
“You have a tendency to brush off important things. You don’t usually focus on things that matter to you personally. Don’t do that right now,” Thomas tells me.
He knows more than he’s letting on. He’s the one I’m closest to out of all my friends. He and Selena were also close when we were together. He probably understands our divorce more than I do.
“Basically, you’re telling me to go for it,” I say and he nods.
Okay. She’s not going to like my methods though. I leave Thomas and head downstairs. I head over to the side of the pool and sit on one of the lounge chairs. It takes her a while to notice me and when she does she’s momentarily startled. Then the anger makes an appearance. She glares at me. It’s her favorite fucking thing in the world. Glaring. I only smirk and take a swig from my bottle of beer.
She doesn’t say anything and neither do I. I just continue to stare. She continues swimming but I’ve successfully unsettled her. It’s obvious she’s not comfortable anymore.
After a few minutes, she steps out of the pool and walks toward me in anger.
“What the hell do you want?” she yells. I smirk but don’t answer her. She only gets more infuriated
“Joseph!”
I take another swig of beer and then rise to my full height. I like the fact that I tower over her. Selena takes a lot of pride in her height but I’ve definitely got her beat in that aspect. She used to love that about me.
“Calm down, Lena,” I say staring down at her.
“Why are you staring at me?” she snaps.
“Have I ever told you my biggest turn-on?” I ask, ignoring her question.
“What?” she asks.
Her brows are furrowed in confusion. Her wet hair is sticking to her cheeks. I gently push some strands away from her face. Her breath hitches.
“You. When you’re mad, you’re the hottest fucking thing in the world.”
She’s breathing heavily now. I watch as her eyes drop down to my cock. Sure enough, I’m hard. Her eyes widen but when she looks back up at me, she’s back to glaring.
“What do you want, Joseph?” she asks.
“You.”
She stumbles back slightly. I catch her and wrap my arm around her waist. With my other hand, I tilt her head softly so she’s staring into my eyes. I see desire swimming in the green depths of her eyes. She wants me too. Thank God.
She wets her bottom lip. I don’t kiss her yet, despite how badly I want to. I press my lips to her jaw, kissing gently before licking it. She lets out a sharp breath. My lips travel to her ear and I bite it softly. I think I hear a soft moan. I’m so damn aroused.
Before I can think about anything, I kiss her on the lips. My tongue parts her lips and I push my whole body against hers. Her whole body shudders. I feel every quake against my chest, my legs, my arms, and my groin. Her lips part and release a high-pitched moan. I want to be so far inside her. Her hands clutch my hair with desperation, the way she used to do. Desperation I miss so much.
My lips break from hers to suck a line from her neck to her breasts. I suck her erect nipple through the thin material of her swimsuit. Selena pulls my hair that much harder.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” I tell her.
“Do whatever you want,” she concedes easily. And then I remember. I remember why I started this in the first place.
“Lena, why did we stop this?” I ask her in a whisper. At first, she doesn’t hear me. She’s too busy stroking my cock through the material of my pants.
“Baby,” I try again, “Why did we get divorced?”
That gets through to her. It’s like I doused her in cold water. She immediately withdraws, away from me and out of my arms. She glares at me so hard I’m surprised lasers aren’t shooting out of her eyes.
