Page 27 of A Lone Star Love Affair
She pushed herself while he was even with her until the return. Near the end of the pool she gave an extra spurt and beat him, bobbing up as he did. “You win.”
“You let me,” she accused, smiling. “Do it again and stop holding back.”
“I held back very little. You’re a good swimmer. Especially if you haven’t been swimming often this year.”
“I haven’t been in a pool since last July. Race again? For real?”
He smiled. “Sure. You call go.”
“Go!” she exclaimed, plunging away from him and stretching herself. He stayed alongside her until they turned in the shallow end of the pool and headed back. Then he pulled away to win handily and wait for her while she swam up to him.
“You won easily as I expected. I concede. I suspect that last race was one of the few times you’ve allowed someone to beat you at something.”
“You’re saying I like to win,” he said.
“Yes. You’re competitive, perhaps controlling.”
He hit the water with the palm of his hand, causing water to splash her. “Controlling—I don’t want to be that. I’ve fought that all my life in my dad.”
“All your life?” she asked, treading water. “Surely you exaggerate.”
“Hardly,” he remarked. “That’s one thing that drives me to make money when I already have a fortune. If I have more than he does—or he sees I will have, he’ll get off my back.”
“I can’t imagine,” she said truthfully.
“It’s getting to be less a problem,” he said dismissively and she guessed he didn’t care to discuss it further.
She broke away from him, swimming lazily, and he joined her as they swam leisurely together.
When she stopped, treading water, he faced her to slip his arm around her waist and pull her closer. Her heart thudded because he was warm, wet, touching in so many places, legs, arms. “Tony—”
“I missed you this week and I’ve wanted to see you,” he said. His brown eyes were dark as night with desire in their depths. Her breathing became difficult again and her pulse raced as she placed her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. She wanted to stop fighting him, to wrap her arms around his neck to kiss him. The attraction between them was mutual and strong, but she saw that as a swift road to disaster. Resistance to Tony was her only hope for avoiding entanglement, which meant heartbreak. Yet right now, she was captivated once again, unable to break away, too aware of his hands on her.
“I wasn’t going to do this again,” she whispered.
“You want to. I can see it in your eyes,” he whispered. He leaned closer. Without thought, she turned her mouth up to him and then his lips were on hers, her mouth opening at the first hot touch of his tongue. Their bodies pressed more closely together and she could feel his hard muscles, his warmth, his masculinity.
Her heart pounded as she kissed him passionately, pouring herself into her kiss, letting go her resolutions. His warm fingers went beneath her swimsuit top, pushing it away as he cupped her breast in his large hand. His thumb played lightly over her nipple,
Pleasure, along with need, burst from his touch. Moaning with relish, she once again responded and gave herself to the moment. She ran one hand across his back, over his hard buttocks, down to his muscled thighs, remembering, discovering him all over again. Submerged in water couldn’t cool her because his caresses kept her hot.
She let him for minutes and then wriggled back. “Tony, this isn’t a private pool. There’s a bar up here—”
“It’s private now. I asked not to be disturbed. They’re gone. This floor is closed except to us. The elevator is here and doesn’t go again until I say so. We won’t be disturbed.”
She wasn’t aware of her bikini top being removed, but she was conscious of his hands cupping both breasts, his thumbs playing with the small buds that were hard, responding to him. She moaned again with pleasure while sensations rippled from each caress. His hand pushed her legs apart and he stroked her inner thighs, his fingers moving beneath her suit to touch her intimately.
Clinging to him, she gasped, arching her back as she twisted against him. Her excitement soared. His thick rod pressed against her and she could feel his readiness.
It was an effort to summon the willpower to resist. “We have to stop. I don’t want to cope with the complications this will bring,” she said, gulping air.
He opened half-lidded eyes to study her while his hands on her waist raised her slightly out of the water. Her breasts were bare, her top gone. Just his heated gaze on her was a caress that made her ache for his loving.
He pulled her nearer. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said in a husky voice. His mouth closed on her nipple with his tongue stroking her.
Wrapping her legs around his warm body, she sighed with pleasure while he lavished kisses on her breasts, first one and then the other.
As he lowered her and kissed her hard, his tongue went deep. She was drowning in passion and complications. She wanted him, yet it would mean disaster in her life and possibly her career.
