Page 46 of Crossing the Line
A look passes over her face. The worddullcould have been triggering for her. I’m about to apologize for saying it when she snatches her shirt off.
Holy shit.Her beautifully formed breasts are cradled by a red lace bra. I’ve noticed something about PG.
“You like sexy underwear?” I ask before she drops her jeans, and I’m dumbfounded by her hips and crotch in her matching panties.
It takes a beat to register that her neck is bent, and she’s assessing herself like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Then Paisley steps to the lip of the swimming pool and raises her arms, aiming her fingers, preparing to dive in.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I say.
She freezes, and her eyebrows raise. “What?”
I grin, loving that she’s playing coy. “You know what. I’m naked. That means you have to get naked too.”
Screwing her mouth squeamishly, Paisley drops her arms to her sides. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Yep,” I reply, feeling strongly about how good the idea truly is.
She snickers. “No hesitation on your part.”
I laugh as I push a pillow of water at her. “PG, stop stalling.”
She giggles as she twists away from me.
“Plus, you’re just as tempting in your sexy panties and bra.”
She gives herself another once-over, again appearing as if she has no idea what I’m talking about. “This is sexy?” she finally asks.
I can’t stop grinning. I’ve always been turned on by that trait of hers. She’s damn clueless about her sex appeal. PG is a solid ten out of ten without even trying.
Friends, Hercules.
I fight the urge to tell her what I want to do to her while she’s wearing those panties. I want my tongue over her clit through the red lace as she wriggles against my mouth. And when she releases a shivering moan as she comes, I’ll snatch her panties off, slam my absurdly hard cock inside of her, and pump until I blast off.
I throw my hands up out of impatience. “PG!”
“Okay, here goes nothing,” she says.
Her panties are off. My breaths shudder as she pulls the straps of her bra down her shoulders and slides the band from the back to the front to unclip it. The entire show of her taking off her bra is nearly more than I can stand. I wish I hadn’t watched it all.
To get a grip on my excitement, I look away from her to focus on the cabanas. I’ve been meaning to change them out. Maybe skinny-dipping in the Hamptons wasn’t such a good idea.
Then she dives in, splitting the water beside me. Paisley’s a good swimmer. Her strokes are long and graceful. I want to keep watching her, but I force myself to look away and think about something else. It’s already after midnight which means it’s Saturday morning. I’m supposed to meet with Mason in my office at nine. He’s supposed to read me a list of products we can push to the market fast. Recalling how we hardly made a profit last month and how we’re barely getting by this month eases my arousal.
“The water does feel good,” Paisley says, holding on to the edge of the swimming pool.
I swim to her. We’re face-to-face. Water glistens her soft skin. Her face is lit up like the moon. I’m making her happy tonight, and there’s no better feeling in the world than knowing I’ve done that.
“I warmed it up just for you,” I tell her.
She rewards me with an appreciative smile as her eyes drop bashfully from my face the shimmering blue liquid. I should kiss her.Just do it.
But it’s not what she wants. She doesn’t even know Lauren, yet she wants to respect her. I love that about PG too. I’m certain if the roles were reversed, Lauren wouldn’t show her the same courtesy.
“You’ve never swum naked, I presume,” I say in a feeble attempt to talk about something, anything.
“Never,” she replies, beaming. “It’s not like I didn’t have a chance. It just never occurred to me to do it. But…” She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. “This feels good.”
I spread myself in front of her. Her soft body stiffens against mine. I can do this—feel her without wanting to fuck her.
