pool, I had realized she was definitely real. So fucking real. And so fucking beautiful, her long, lithe body moving sensually in the water as she swam alone, all that long, silky hair snaking out around her. Every so often, I would get a peek of her naked flesh beneath the surface as she moved by one of the underwater lights.
I hadn’t planned on joining her, rather sating my need by simply watching, admiring. When she invited me in, my resistance waned. I was tired of fighting this, tired of pretending I was exploring when the only thing I wanted was to claim this woman as mine. Once and for all.
I was not going to let this moment pass me by.
Now, as I held her, all that smooth, soft skin against mine, I felt like myself again. Back in control, eager, yet willing to take my time to explore. While the urge to dominate her was great, I managed to tamp it down. The only encounters we’d shared had been fast and furious. It was time I savored, for my benefit as well as hers.
Her kiss was tentative, a light exploration as her tongue met mine. I could sense her hesitancy, but it warred with her need, a feeling I was getting intimately familiar with. When it came to Braelyn, I found myself wanting more than what I was used to. This desire to be one with her was deeper than mere lust. It surprised me because it was so foreign, yet at the same time, it was as natural as breathing.
I loved the size of her, the shape, the way she fit against me. My hand spanned the width of her back as I pulled her closer, feeling the hard points of her nipples on my chest. I wanted to feast on her, to taste every inch of her smooth, warm skin, then I wanted to do it again and again.
But I wasn’t going to rush. Braelyn Bishop wasn’t the sort of woman you hurried. She was a feast prepared by a world-renowned chef, one you savored one decadent bite at a time.
Breaking the kiss, I stared down into her eyes again, loving the way they glittered brightly, her desire etched in the smooth lines of her face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly, the words tinged with both reverence and restrained need. She brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Made me crave things I’d never fancied myself having.
Her hands moved up to cup my face, and as she pulled me back down to her, I lowered myself to my knees in the water so that we were on a more even keel, bringing my mouth to breast level. My hands roamed freely over her exquisite curves, and I took cues from her movements, such as the way she gradually pulled back, allowing me to cup the firm ivory globes. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, and another raspy moan escaped her, the little points beckoning my mouth.
“Let me taste you,” I mumbled, letting my breath fan her nipples, cupping her ass as I dragged her against me.
Braelyn nodded, but I wasn’t sure if she was giving me permission or herself.
Holding her gaze, I leaned in, licking one puckered nipple with the tip of my tongue. It tightened more, a throatier moan escaping her lips as I teased.
She inhaled sharply, her lips parting as she watched what I was doing to her.
That was what I wanted. I wanted Braelyn to watch me touch, taste, lick. I wanted her eyes to follow my every move, to know that I was the one bringing her such undeniable pleasure. That I was the one in control.
Circling her nipple with my tongue, I let her soft whimpers and urgent groans fuel me. She surprised me when her hand curled behind my head, pulling me in closer. I smiled against her skin, then sucked her nipple into my mouth. Softly, sweetly. I was tormenting her intentionally. I wanted her to know what I was capable of. I could bring her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before, and that was my intention.
Not only now, not only today but tomorrow, the next. For the rest of our lives if she’d have me.
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I instructed.
Braelyn’s eyes narrowed on my face, but she followed my direction, releasing my head and placing those soft fingers on my skin.
“Now don’t move.”
There was a flash of heat in her gaze, one