Page 178 of Into These Eyes
Laughing, she pulls away and punches my bicep. I grunt and rub at it as if she’s hurt me.
Then, without another word, she slams the boot shut and gets behind the wheel. I watch until she’s reversed out. With a final wave she drives off and I press the button to lower the garage door.
Alone. Finally.
And my heart’s performing summersaults.
Opening the laundry door, I come to an abrupt stop.
There, discarded on the floor, are Jamie’s shorts.
Grinning like a fool, I pick them up and head down the hallway, finding her shirt in a crumpled heap in front of our bedroom door. I snatch it up and turn the doorknob, expecting to see her standing beside the bed in her underwear. That’s where I want to find her, so I can peel off the final layers of her clothing and fully expose every inch of her incredible body.
But the room’s empty. Confused, I hurry over to the ensuite. Not there either.
Doubt sweeps through my mind, a mind that’s been trained to expect the worst from people. Has she changed her mind now that Anika’s safety barrier has gone?
Heart knocking like a demented hammer, I stride out of the bedroom, stop in the hallway and cock my head, listening.
Then a splash from outside catches my attention. I move, stalking toward the family room. The moment I enter, I freeze.
A lacy bra hangs from the sliding door’s handle. Relieved, I have a little chuckle to myself as I open it and step into the heat. Cheeky bloody woman.
Instantly, I spot her discarded underwear on the pavers near the shallow end of the pool. Damn it. She’s completely taken away my chance to undress her.
The water ripples and, on her back, she floats out from behind the potted ficus. Moving closer, I stop a few feet from the edge, transfixed. Her breasts float slightly above the waterline, her nipples pebbled from the cool liquid as she leisurely glides toward the steps.
Then she fully immerses herself. I wait, counting the seconds before she surfaces and faces. With our eyes locked, she ever so gradually rises. Water cascades over those perfect breasts and drips from her tight nipples.
And I’ve lost the ability to breathe.
As she takes the first of the steps, slowly revealing the curve of her slim waist, it hits me. This is a goddamn striptease. If I thought my cock was hard before, it’s fucking granite now. I remain glued to the spot, desperate to see the rest of this show.
A beautiful blush stains her cheeks when I meet her eyes again. She’s so fucking sexy my heart might stop, but she’s also so damn sweet and self-conscious, it might just burst instead. The fact that it’s still beating at all astounds me. But it is. And now it’s revving up to a thousand Ks an hour.
Because she’s taking the next step, revealing the swell of her hips, and her navel. I never knew a belly button could be such a fucking turn on until this moment.
My hands fist at my sides, desperate to touch her, but determined to let her finish this exquisite presentation.
When she takes another step, sunlight glistens on the water as it runs over her bare pussy.
My disappointment at not being able to undress her vanishes. Becauseholy fuck.
That’s my breaking point. I can’t keep away another second. Releasing an appreciative rumble from deep in my chest, I meet her at the edge of the pool and extend my hand, unable to keep my eyes from travelling up and down her incredible body.
Her cool, wet hand grips mine tightly as I help her the rest of the way out of the pool. She stands before me, dripping all over, her long dark hair slicked back from her face, fully exposed and vulnerable. It’s a poignant moment in my life.
“Christ, J. You’re stunning. So goddamn beautiful.”
Her blush deepens as I step closer, slowly raking my gaze from her feet to her eyes.
“You really like what you see?” she asks, her insecurities surfacing again.
Well, I can’t have that.
Reaching out, I cup her face and stare deep into the green I know so well. “I don’t like it,” I say, my voice rough and low, “I fucking love it. I love you. Every. Single. Part of you.” Then I grab the back of her head, fist her wet hair and crash my mouth over hers.
She groans, her fingers gripping my t-shirt over my chest, her tongue slipping and sliding against mine. We unleash on each other, but I’m careful not to cut her with my teeth. I don’t want to do anything that’ll dampen the passion flaring between us.
