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He nodded. “More than you could ever imagine. I mean, like, probably on the brink of being porn.”
She smiled again, and the sight slammed into his gut like a hammer. He did enjoy her smile.
“But that’s not all,” he said by way of follow-up to his admission of thinking salacious thoughts about her.
“Well, good. Tell me how else you think about me, Roark.” She eased closer to him then, and he wanted to scream hallelujah. Her other hand came up to touch his face as well.
“I think about the sound of your voice and the way you smell. It’s always like flowers. I don’t know what brand of beauty products you use, but I’m ready to invest in their stock.”
“You’re too funny,” she said, rubbing her thumbs along his cheek. “It’s a black-owned brand I found in Target.”
He nodded. “See, if I invest, it’ll be available worldwide. Just give me the name, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
She continued to smile and to touch him. “I really like being with you, Roark.”
He reached out then, putting his hands on her hips, and lifted her off the bench to straddle her on his lap. “That’s good, because I like being with you too.”
Now her hands were behind his neck, cupping the back of his head. “I think we’ve been therapeutic to each other during our short time together.”
He let his hands run up and down her back, discovering she wore a two-piece and trying desperately not to moan like a horny teenager. “This short time has seemed like months to me,” he admitted just as his fingers moved up to find the bow her halter straps were tied into and dismantle it.
The material fell from her neck slowly. She lifted her arms slightly, and it eased down further until he could see her big, dark nipples. The sight made his dick jump. He would’ve had to be dead for it not to, and she undulated her hips over him.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice growing just a little huskier. “I feel like it’s been longer too.”
Roark found the other tie at her back and eased the top off her completely. “It feels like I’ve known you all my life but that I’ve just discovered how much more I want to know about you. If that makes sense.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed when he cupped her breasts. “Yeah, it makes perfect sense,” she whispered.
He held the heavy globes in his hands, loving the weight of them, the sight of her nipples puckering at his touch, the way she tilted back to give him full access of her each and every time. “This makes sense. This moment right here, when I can look at you and touch you and think about nothing and nobody else but you.” Because that was exactly what Roark was doing at this moment.
He stared down at his hands on her breasts and how natural and alluring they looked on her. When she arched into his touch, offering and waiting for him to take, he did.
Dipping his head, he brought a breast up to meet his open mouth and sucked. Closing his eyes to the burst of pleasure, he gorged on the feel of that taut nipple gliding against his tongue and the hunger inside him blossom to epic proportions.
She moved over him, pumping against his hard dick as if they both weren’t wearing bottoms keeping them from going further. He loved that bit of friction; even if it wasn’t penetration, her pussy was hot up against his dick. And no, it wasn’t the water—it was all her.
He moved to the other breast, never wanting to slight one, and she continued to palm the back of his head. Not necessarily guiding him, but holding him in place as if she never wanted this to end.
Never was a mighty long time.
But he could definitely get on board with how good this was and how much it made him realize he’d been missing.
With a quick move, he released her breasts and eased her off him. She didn’t hesitate but immediately stood in the center of the pool and removed the bottom of her bathing suit. He watched her sling the wet material to land somewhere outside of the pool and rushed to do the same with his boxers. Walking to her, Roark bent slightly at the knee and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up into his arms.
She made a little sound of surprise before wrapping and locking her ankles at the base of his back. He took a few steps and was at the bench again. This time when he sat, he guided his dick into her waiting pussy, and they both sighed with pleasure.
“I think about this too much,” she said as she lifted her hips and settled down over him once and then twice. “It makes me feel so wanton, like a sex-crazed teenager.”
He pumped into her, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands. “Me too. It’s so weird and yet so fucking good.”
Her hands were planted on his shoulders, blunt-tipped nails digging into his skin. “Definitely good,” she said and then moaned. “Very definitely good.”
Roark gritted his teeth as he moved inside her, and she rode him with matched vigor. For endless moments, neither of them spoke, just enjoyed the in-and-out pull toward ecstasy.
He moaned abruptly. “All the time. Think about you all the damn time.”
“Same,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper. “Same. Same. Same.”
