at me before he must realize the compromising position, we’re in. He clears his throat and backs us slowly into shallow waters before setting me on my feet. “Are you hungry? I was thinking maybe we can go into the city for dinner?”
Even though the moment has passed, I can still feel the heat on my skin from our close proximity. My back still feels his hands and my legs still feel the hardness of his body between them. Fuck, I want to touch him again. I want to run my hands over every hard, lean plane of his body. I want his arms wrapped around me again in protection. In possession.
“Stass?” I realize I’ve completely spaced out as he begins to get out of the pool. He turns his back to me pretty quickly but not before I can catch a glimpse of the hard-on he’s sporting beneath the red swim trunks. I can’t tear my gaze away from it and I find myself backing up slowly to catch it at a better angle as he makes his way to his chair. He grabs his towel and his empty glass and turns back towards me. I frown when I realize he must have hidden it in the waistband in that way men try to hide their erections.
I don’t even try to hide the pout that finds my face.
“What?” he asks and I shake my head, remembering his question.
“Sorry, ummm, food sounds great. Where are we going?”
“There’s this spot that your mother and I discovered last summer. It’s right on the water. I think you’ll really like it.”
I nod, as I try to ignore the weird feeling in my stomach brought on by Dominic mentioning my mother. Why did that thought bother me so much?
“Stassi, you ready?!” I hear from downstairs and a spike of panic shoots me as I am nowhere near ready. I just figured out what I’m going to wear; a short, white, flowy tank dress that comes to just about mid thigh. It’s a v-neck and I’m grateful that I don’t have to wear a bra and that the material is thick enough to not expose my nipples or my nipple ring nor do I have any ridiculous tan lines from my swimsuit. I’ve pulled my curly hair, that is much curlier than usual due to the humidity, up into a high ponytail on the top of my head before letting a few strands fall to frame my face. However, none of that matters at the moment because I don’t have a stitch of makeup on and I’m not going anywhere until I at least put on some mascara.
“Five minutes!” I open my door and scream down the stairs which is followed by an immediate chuckle.
“So that means fifteen?”
I stick my tongue out at him even though I know he can’t see me before closing my bedroom door again and darting towards the bathroom. The room is all white because my mom always believed that all white sheets and comforters made you feel like you were at a hotel, so she decorated the house like we were at a swanky resort. I dart into my bathroom as I sprits some of my Dior perfume and pull out my mascara and a bit of bronzer to bring out the tan I got today. I finish the look with my favorite matte red lipstick before puckering my lips at the mirror. I throw on my wedges with silk straps that tie around my ankles before making my way out of my bedroom.
When I make it to the bottom, I spot Dominic sitting on the couch in the living room, looking as if he’s lost in thought. I take a few steps closer, thinking that my presence will snap him out of it but he’s still staring into space. “Dominic?” I touch his shoulder and he flinches before his eyes snap to mine and then slowly move down my body and up again meeting my eyes. His eyes feel like they’re burning holes into my flesh and suddenly I’m hot even in this lightweight dress.
“Fuck.” He utters the one word syllable so quietly I feel it more than I hear it. It’s as if that word slithers up my body, dances up my legs and torso, and finally burrows into my brain.
I look down at myself, feeling emboldened under his praise. “I guess I look okay?”
He stands up, clearing his throat. “Beautiful, as always. Should we go?” He crosses