Entangled (The Accidental Billionaires #2) - J. S. Scott Page 0,36
swimsuit had given way to a huge rip down the front a few days ago, and I’d had to toss it.
I should have made time to get another one. But I hadn’t gotten to a department store or Walmart to get something yet.
Still, the warm jets of the hot tub had been beckoning me.
So I’d just grabbed a towel, certain I could get in and out of my jeans and T-shirt fast enough if I had to.
There were several entrances into the pool area, but I’d crept out through the dining room, and I’d left the outdoor lights off. So all I had for light was that coming from inside the house.
Not that I cared.
I liked the quiet and peace of the outdoors after a busy day.
I sank into the warm water up to my chin, allowing the jets to soothe away the tension in my back and neck before I took the lounge seat.
I closed my eyes and absorbed the relaxation, but it didn’t last for long.
I jumped just a little as I heard a door sliding open, and my eyes flew to the same door I’d exited.
I quickly realized Aiden didn’t even know I was in the dark hot tub, watching every move he made, even though he was only a few feet away from me.
He set down the beer he was holding on a small table next to a lounger, and proceeded to strip himself down.
I couldn’t have said a word aloud if I’d wanted to. I was speechless.
The long khaki shorts dropped to the cement, and he pulled the polo shirt he’d been wearing over his head and added it to the pile.
My breath caught as he shucked his boxer briefs and stood in the light from the house.
Aiden was a gorgeous specimen of manhood. But naked, he was simply . . . beautiful.
Muscles rippled beneath tan skin, and as I gawked at his stomach, I could see the defined six-pack abs that had always made me drool. His cock was half erect, and I ogled it as my mouth watered to take a forbidden taste of the man I was yearning to have.
I bit my lip as I eyed the strength of his shoulders, back, and tight ass that I wanted to grope more than I wanted to breathe at the moment.
The air left my lungs with a giant whoosh as he dived into the deep end of the pool.
If I wasn’t already warm enough, an incendiary heat infused my entire body and landed painfully between my thighs.
I wanted Aiden.
I’d always wanted him.
But now I was mature enough to recognize the furious desire.
I was silent as I watched him do lap after lap, his arms cutting through the water so easily that his actions appeared to be effortless.
I need to tell him I’m here. I’m spying on him.
Oh, who in the hell was I kidding? I was doing more than that. I was staring at him, imagining what it would be like to have that gigantic cock buried deep inside me again after so many years.
It would be . . . sublime.
But it couldn’t happen.
He confused me.
He confounded me.
And he made me feel way too much.
After he finished his laps, he pulled himself out of the pool gracefully.
“Aiden,” I whispered longingly, wishing I could touch him just once.
“Skye?” he said as he turned toward the hot tub. “Is that you?”
Caught!
I had no idea whether he’d managed to actually hear my nearly silent uttering of his name, or if he just sensed my presence.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a raw tone. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
God, that’s a lame excuse.
“I wanted—” I shut my mouth before I got myself in trouble.
I was surprised as Aiden breached the distance between himself and the hot tub without a single bit of shyness. “You got an eyeful by staying quiet,” he said huskily. “What did you say you wanted?”
I let out a squeak as he flipped on the light and lowered himself into the hot tub. “I’m naked,” I said in a panic.
“Me too, sweetheart,” he said with naughty humor in his tone. “But I think you already noticed that.”
The water was now heavily illuminated, and it was a little bit disorienting at first.
The last thing I wanted was for anybody to see me naked. I had some stretch marks, and the incisional scar across my belly from my C-section wasn’t pretty.
Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off Aiden. He drew me toward him without even touching me.