Page 45 of Crossing the Line
Skinny-Dipping
Hercules Lord
“Nobody will find us out here,” I say to PG as we enter my Bridgehampton estate.
I walk inside, but Paisley’s feet remain glued to the porch. “Are you planning on having sex with me? Because that’s not what friends do,” she says.
It’s hard to look at her soft pouty lips and wide cautious eyes without growing a boner. My cock is firm, but there’s nothing I can do about that. It wants what it wants, and it wants Paisley Grove. The helicopter ride was a storm of sexual tension, at least for me. I couldn’t look at her with trying to tamp down my desire for her. I’m still trying to figure out why she has this effect on me. Yes, I hope to make love to her before our time wraps up. I won’t be overt about it. I’ll never force her to do anything she’s not ready to do. But damn—I hope she’s ready.
“What happens will happen,” I say.
PG crosses her arms loosely over her plump breasts covering her knotted nipples. “But nothing’s going to happen.”
She’s excited. That’s a good sign. But I shrug like I don’t notice that she wants me too. “It’s all on you, PG. Wherever you lead, I’ll follow.”
Her expression asks me to please not cross the line with her tonight. Don’t seduce her. Keep my distance. As though she’s able to read my mind, I nod, assuring her I’ll try not to.
Her nod mimics mine, and then she cautiously steps over the threshold. Her nearness drives me crazy. Her scent…
“What is that?” I ask.
She folds her arms tighter, appearing even more nervous. “What’s what?”
“That perfume you’re wearing.”
“Oh,” she says and tells me.
“It’s nice.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you ready to wash it off?” I ask. I’m proud of myself for what I have in mind for us tonight.
“Huh?” PG’s utterly confused expression is so damn sexy. Everything this woman does is sexy. I’m glad she walked back into my life last night. But I’m unaccustomed to feeling the kind of power she has over me.
I gulp and make my breaths even. “Come with me, and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
* * *
The last thing offis my underwear. Paisley gasps, staring at my boner like it’s coming to gobble her up.
“That can’t be helped,” I explain, grinning and pointing two fingers at my cock.
I’m naked, thinking I’d better jump into the pool—which I warmed remotely two hours ago—before she faints. She is more sheltered than any other woman I’ve been with which is odd because she has enough money to go anywhere in the world and do anything she likes. Her parents must really have a strong grasp on her. I’ve learned that type of grip is more mental than physical.
To put her out of her misery, I dive into the water, eager for her to join me. But PG is still fully dressed.
“Come on in,” I say after I rise to the surface. “The water feels good. It’s warm.”
PG raises a hand in objection. “Wait. You want me to strip out of my clothes and swim naked in a swimming pool with you and your… Erection?”
Tired of her stalling, I playfully splash her with water. “Get in. I promise I’ll keep him away from you.”
She giggles as she twists her sexy body to avoid being sprayed by water.
I swallow, imagining her naked through her oversized faded jeans and V-neck T-shirt that lies over her scrumptious breasts. It’s cute how she groans and hugs herself. She wants to do it—I can tell.
“The water feels good. And we’ve had a long day. Let your hair down. Relax. There’s nothing dull about skinny-dipping, baby.”
