Page 31 of Hired By the Enemy
“Matthew?” I call. His name feels weird on my lips. It’s not like I actually used his name much growing up. I always substitutedan insult where possible. Nerdling and Geekzilla were particular favorites.
“I’m out here.” His voice floats through the open door.
I walk out the door to the enclosed courtyard and find Matthew swimming in the small private lap pool.
Great. A wet, half-naked Matthew isn’t exactly what I need to cool my libido.
“You’re having a swim.” It appears I’m now king of State the Frigging Obvious.
“It’s nice. Come in if you want.”
A swim does sound good. And I do need cooling down right now.
I change into my board shorts and then head back out to the pool.
I try to ignore Matthew as I slide into the velvety smooth water. It’s the same temperature as a lukewarm bath.
I dip my head under and swim over to the other side of the pool.
“This is nice,” I say, lying my arms across the sides, craning my head back to look at the stars.
“Yeah.” Matthew’s voice is a little hoarse. He seems to be studiously ignoring looking directly at me. My pulse speeds up.
And that’s when I notice his hair isn’t even wet. An impulse takes hold of me, and I take a few strides toward him, flicking some water at his face. Just a light splash.
He blinks at me through the water on his face. “You did not just do that.”
“I think you’ll find I did.”
“God, you’re such a jock.”
“Pretty sure you already knew that fact about me.”
For some reason, I’m not expecting him to flick water back at me, and the splash he sends my way hits me square in the face.
As I blink to clear my vision, I see Matthew smirking.
Oh, it’s so on.
I move quickly, stalking him across the pool as he desperately scrambles away from me.
He flicks more water up in my face to stop me, but I don’t pause my pursuit.
When I finally catch him, I use my superior weight to pin him against the side of the pool.
He’s staring up at me, his lips parted and breath ragged, chest heaving.
Our eyes lock together, and I’m aware I’m breathing almost as rapidly as he is.
And fuck, I can’t help myself.
I bend down and kiss those lips that have been torturing me all day.
Matthew moans into my mouth and kisses me back equally as desperately.
It’s just as good as last night. A frantic, seething mess of lips and tongues.
His hands fly to my hair, and he tugs me closer like he wants to hold me in place.
