Page 8 of Wildcat
He brushes a hand along my face and tucks my hair behind an ear.
“Want to swim?” I ask.
“Doyouwant to swim?”
I nod and pull my tank top over my head. The early fall air is crisp, and goosebumps dot my arms. He stares at me for a beat before following suit and removing his shirt over his hat and then his jeans. We strip down, him in his black boxer briefs and me in my bra and panties.
I hesitate now that we’re mostly naked in front of one another. His body is incredible. Broad, muscular, oh so sexy.
He scoops me up and runs into the water. I squeal as he takes us under, holding on to his neck. When we emerge in the deep end, I do what I’ve wanted to do all night. I lift his hat from his head and toss it on the patio. “Some guys look better in a hat. But you? You’re just doing a disservice to the world by hiding behind that thing.”
“You’re something, Scarlett.” His arms go around my waist under the water. I don’t have to ask if that’s a compliment. I can see it on his face. I didn’t even know how much I needed someone to look at me like that until now.
Weeks of worrying about dropping out of college and disappointing my parents, of thinking I made a mistake leaving London and not giving Rhyse another chance, and more than anything, feeling like I’m royally screwing up my life, but the way Leo stares at me, every decision feels exactly right. At least for tonight.
His mouth dips to my collarbone while his hands skim over my ribs, thumbs brushing against my breasts. “Beautiful.”
While his mouth explores me, I glide my hands over his chest and stomach.
“Personal trainer?”
“Hmm?” His mouth skims over the top of my bra.
“Your job. It was a guess based on your incredible body.”
Long fingers slide under the straps and pull them down off my shoulders. Then he pulls my bra down until my boobs spill out.
“Model?” I ask through a groan as he covers my nipple with his lips.
He laughs. “I am not photogenic, so no.”
“Oh right, the driver’s license. It can’t be that bad.”
He moves to the other nipple then looks up at me with water droplets hanging on his eyelashes. “It’s that bad.”
I wrap my legs around his hips. “It isn’t possible. Your cheekbones and jawline are a photographer’s dream.”
Yeah, I’m not buying it. If I had my camera, I’d prove it to him. Also, not going to lie, I’d love to capture the way his hair spikes up all over, water dripping off his amazing muscles and the glint in his eye that’s playful and hot. And this back yard, and this pool.
“Male stripper?” I unclasp my bra and toss it on the patio.
“If you’d seen me dance, you’d already know the answer to that one.” He captures my mouth again, and there’s more urgency this time. Leo holds me against his chest. His dick is hard underneath me, and the breeze is cool on my wet skin, causing me to shiver.
I’m lost in his kisses and the feel of his hard body pressing into mine, only partially aware he’s walking us out of the pool and toward the hot tub.
“Better?” he asks as we sink into the warm water.
Nodding, I tangle myself around him. My back hits the edge as he pins me against it, hands framing my face as he kisses me hard and deep.
I could kiss this guy for days. His hands span my waist and lift me onto the edge. My panties basically melt off as he hooks his thumbs under the wet material. They’re tossed to the side, and he slides those big palms down my legs, stopping at my knees and pushing them open.
The way he stares at my pussy makes me shiver for an entirely different reason.
“Tell me if you get too cold, okay, gorgeous?”
And then he puts that beautiful mouth on me, and I fall back onto the patio. The way his tongue and lips work me over keeps the chill at bay. His shoulders push my legs farther apart, and he hooks an arm around one, lifting me slightly.
“Porn star?” I ask through a gasp.
