The Pool Boy - Nikki Sloane Page 0,31
falling . . . only to realize he’d pushed me down onto my back. More cold stone kissed my skin, but then he was there, climbing up on the counter so he could follow me onto the peninsula.
I’d made this decision back when we’d been seated at the table, yet I’d second-guessed myself the entire time while I changed into the red lingerie I’d bought a year ago. I hadn’t bought it for Clark, I’d reminded myself while tugging it into place. I’d bought it for myself. Plus, my ex-husband had never seen it.
While I’d only gotten a glimpse of Troy’s reaction to the sexy bodysuit, it had been everything I’d hoped for and more. His eyes hazed and lips parted to take in a wild breath before he’d lunged at me.
My head was still spinning from what he’d confessed. Five years he’d wanted me, and now he’d become a man wild with lust.
It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt exactly the same way.
What we were doing was reckless. He was my best friend’s son, and she’d never forgive this betrayal, but I was too desperate to stop. Troy and I were already past the point of no return, so I justified what was happening between us made no difference.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
The edges of his whiskers burned against the curve of my neck when he carved a steady path of kisses toward my breasts. Our hands were everywhere. Neither of us could get enough of touching the other. I wanted to explore more, and as soon as I fisted the back of his loose shirt, he was helping me pull it off.
I sighed contentedly when he lowered in and flattened the warm, bare skin of his chest against me, but I only got to enjoy it for mere seconds. He planted a kiss in the hollow of my throat before his palms slid over my lace-covered breasts and cupped them, pushing them together. I arched and thrust upward to encourage his mouth to find my nipples trapped under the fabric.
Beneath him, I became wanton. I grabbed and clawed at his shoulders, squirming with satisfaction as he gave me my wish. God, his lips on my skin felt amazing, even through the whisper-thin mesh. There was a constant throb between my legs, pounding as a relentless beat of music that had the power to turn me into a slave.
“I fucking love your tits,” he growled.
“Oh,” I moaned. His teeth captured my nipple, delivering just enough force to bring pleasure but not pain. I’d forgotten how that could feel—the sharp tug it caused in my center—and how sexy it was to watch. His blue eyes studied mine while he toyed with my sensitive flesh, and I struggled to find air.
Part of me wondered if he was impatient and eager to get to the next phase of foreplay because he shifted over me, his skin squealing against the marble when he began his descent. Troy backed down off the counter as his hot mouth trailed along my body, leaving damp kisses across the mesh fabric in its wake.
My pulse sputtered. Anticipation caused goosebumps to lift on my skin. Was he . . . about to go down on me?
I gasped as he buried his face between my legs, and the sound I made was a perfect mixture of surprise and satisfaction. I bowed up off the stone. Just the heat of his mouth against me sent an acute shock of pleasure up my spine.
It’d been years since I’d had a man’s tongue on me, and I quivered at the sight of Troy nestled between my thighs, his mouth closed over the snaps at the bottom of my bodysuit.
It was in his teeth, and my vision blurred until he was nearly indistinguishable. Fuck me, it was erotic.
Rather than undo the snaps, he hooked a finger under the crotch of the lingerie and jerked it aside. This time, when he set his mouth on me, nothing stood in his way. Not the fabric, nor a ring on my finger, nor the years spanning between us.
“Yes,” I cried, letting the word bubble up out of my chest.
His tongue was magic. It painted wide strokes of bliss, and I jolted from each one. Every delicious flick was so powerful, I instinctively gripped a handful of his soft hair, holding him to me.
I tried not to think about what we looked like. How I was spread out across the counter