Page 97 of Triple Power Play 3
“Hardly.” Flickering blue-green light reflecting off the water dances across his face.
“Boo.” I rest on the pool’s ledge with my arms folded and kick my feet. “I was hoping you’d join me.”
He crouches, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Were you now?”
I reach for a kiss, and he leans in. Our mouths meet, and I grip his shirt. The fabric bunches in my fist, and with a forceful yank, he loses his balance and topples over with a low growl of my name.
My giggle mingles with the loud splash of his body hitting the water. He breaks the surface and pushes his wet hair away from his face. His black T-shirt clings to the well-defined muscles of his shoulders, chest, and abs, and I bite my lip. Fuck, that’s hot.
His eyes, bright with shock and a twinge of mischief, lock with mine. “You little devil. I could’ve landed on you or kicked you. You’re lucky I don’t have my phone on me.”
I hadn’t considered electronic devices. “Oops. I had to do something drastic, or you’d never get into this pool with me.”
He creeps closer, and I move away.
“You’re being very naughty.” He lunges, seizing me by the hips, and pulls me to him.
I don’t resist at all. I wrap myself around him and weave my fingers into his hair. “I can be naughtier if you’d like.”
Rough palms glide over my ass, and a shiver runs down my spine. My skin erupts with goosebumps. His scorching touch fuels my desire, and my nipples harden.
I slip beneath his shirt and trace the indentations of his muscles.
His lips part, his brows lower, and his pupils dilate. “Charlie is staying tonight.”
He flexes his hips. His thick erection presses against my center and drags a whimper from my throat. I’m still a little sore from the other night, but it’s a delicious soreness, the kind that only arouses me further.
“Kick him out.” I’m kidding. Sort of.
He groans, low and husky. “I wish, princess. We’re working on something big.”
“I know something big I’d like to work on.” I writhe my hips and grind against his hard length to drive my point home.
“Fuck.” His fingertips dig into my thighs. “What’d I tell you about teasing?”
I ghost my thumb over his pierced nipple, running my finger along the tiny bar. “What if I’m not teasing?”
He glances at my lips, and without hesitation, our mouths come together in a desperate tangle of tongues and low moans, hands exploring each other for the first time.
Breathless, he breaks the kiss far too soon. “If I fuck you, I’ll never leave. It’s already hard enough to concentrate on this case.”
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“Who said anything about fucking? Jeez, cocky much?”
Aurora’s tone is teasing, but I don’t miss the vulnerability reflected in her eyes. Her soft body feels tense, her hands no longer driving me wild with their touch.
I mean this in the nicest way possible: she’s been with the wrong guys. Maybe not wrong per se, but certainly not romantic. Jackson and Ethan are straightforward and open with PDA and sex. She’s affectionate, playful, flirtatious, and used to enticing men with her body. To her, my holding back is another rejection.
It’s not that I don’t want her. Believe me, I do. Badly. Just…not like this. I want her to know she’s worth more to me, far more than sex.
Her legs loosen from my waist, and she grips my shoulders, readying to put distance between us, but I refuse to release her.
I support her weight with my forearm and intertwine my fingers in her hair. “I’d prefer our first time not to be in this pool.”
She opens her mouth to argue, likely to tell me that wasn’t her intention, but I continue.
