“Man you’re drunk. Let’s get you upstairs and in bed.”
I blink as he parks. “Your bed?”
Shaking his head, he starts gathering my food. “No, Rain. Your bed.”
I reach over and touch his face, bringing it closer to me. “Your bed looks so much more comfortable.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “How do you know?”
Uh-oh. “I’m drunk.”
He shakes his head disapprovingly. “Smart-mouthed and nosey.” He undoes my seatbelt and opens his door. Hopping down, he turns back around. “Can you walk?”
“Let’s find out.” I take my purse and slide over to the driver’s side where he’s waiting to catch me if I fall. When my feet land and I don’t fall over I grin hugely. “Nailed it!”
He laughs at me. “I give you a 9.9. You wobbled a bit on the dismount.”
“Tough judge.” I skip ahead of him, feeling buoyant and invincible. The heat is already sticking to me. I skip around the parking lot as Kent tries to cajole me up the stairs. On one go around I spot the clear blue water of the swimming pool.
“Let’s go swimming.”
“Right now?” He wiggles my food and milkshake at me. “Don’t you want to eat?”
“I can eat at the pool.”
“You’ll get cramps.” He gives me an adorable apologetic face.
“You’ll save me.” I sound so sure. The part that is more cognizant than intoxicated wonders if I’m right. Will Kent save me? “Shut up,” I whisper to myself. “I’m going. See you later.” I take off for the pool.
“Raina,” he groans. I hear his feet pounding after me.
I run across the lush green lawn and then along the metal fence surrounding the pool. The gate gives way and I enter, inhaling the smell of chlorine coming off the water. The sun is peeking over the tops of the apartment, but it’s still somewhat dark by the water. Without preamble I begin undressing as Kent settles onto a lounge chair. I kick off my sneakers and socks, and then grab for my shirt. From my peripheral vision his gaze is clearly on me as I take my shirt off and drop it near my feet.
My bra is ivory-toned and made of sheer lace. I glance down at my body long enough to determine it’s like wearing nothing in front of him. My breathing deepens at the thought and I reach for my shorts, peeling them over my backside slowly and down my thighs. My pink lace panties feel like even less. I’ve never undressed in front of anyone before. Excitement travels over me as I pad barefoot and half-naked to the edge and get in.
The clear water parts for me as I break the still blue surface. I duck my head and swim all the way to the other end, searching for the courage I know I’ll need.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I call so only he can hear me.
“I’d rather watch you.”
For some reason I hear his words between my legs. “I’d rather watch you too.”
All the way from over here I see him swallow.
I look away and part the warm liquid, letting the water keep me afloat. For a few minutes I do laps, but it’s lonely without him, and I can feel him watching my every single move. His gaze is heavy, like fingers trailing over my skin. It’s turning me on. I know when I push my hair from my face, my breasts lift out of the water and he’s seeing them swell. When I’m swimming my ass is for his eyes. And when I kick my legs out he’s getting a perfect glimpse of them.
I swim to the edge of the pool and look him in the eye. “Come in.”
He takes one last sip of my milkshake and sets it down on the ground. “We both know what’s going to happen if I get in that pool. You still want me to come in?”
I squeeze my legs together. “Yes.”
“Are you sure, Raina? Think about it? Are you truly sure I’m what you want right now?” His searing gaze burns into me.
“I’m sure.”
Without another word he gets up.
He walks to the edge and looks down at me. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he lifts it easily over his head and drops it at his feet. He reaches down and takes his boots off, putting his face close to me. I devour his body when he straightens up—his chiseled abs, chest, and arms—and have to force myself to breathe through my nose. His belt buckle is next. He yanks it