pool even closer. Let’s take a swim.”
My smile grew when she couldn’t stop her eyes from scanning my body, watching each step I made closer to the pool.
“I should get my suit. Someone may see.”
“No one will see. But if you want us to wear our suits, we can.” I wanted to push her, but just because she let me into her body didn’t mean all her fears vanished around me. She always needed to know she had an out.
She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest and nibbled her lips, watching me put both feet in the water, slowly progressing down the steps. Her eyes dropped to my semi-hard cock, and I shrugged. “You make me feel like a teenage boy. You’re damn sexy in the morning.”
She blushed and dropped her head, but not before I saw her lips twitch into a smile. I’d sunk down into the water, pushing back to the other side when she finally made her decision.
“Ugh, fine,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. She whipped the sheet back and held one arm across her breasts, doing nothing to hide their bounce with each step, and one hand over her pussy, as she tiptoed her way over to the pool, looking both ways like someone would pop out at any moment.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she reprimanded, sinking up to her neck in the water.
“Me? I’d never laugh at you.”
She rolled her eyes and splashed me with water before sitting on the bench under the water. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, opening them on an exhale to stare out at the ocean. “This is beautiful.”
“It is,” I agreed, looking at her, my back to the ocean.
She blushed but cocked a brow and pursed her lips. “Way to be corny,” she deadpanned.
I shrugged and made my way to sit beside her. “I’m just telling the truth.”
She splashed me again, and I shifted to grip her waist, pulling her out to the middle of the infinity pool.
“Don’t you dare.”
“What? Don’t do what?” I asked innocently, jerking her like I would dunk her.
She squealed and clung tight to my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my waist. We both froze when my dick brushed against her bottom, and her heat pressed to my stomach.
“Sorry,” she whispered, looking achingly unsure of herself.
“Me too.”
She cocked her head to the side, unsure what I was apologizing about, only getting a second to catch her breath before I dunked us both.
“Dammit, Daniel.” She brushed her hair out of her face and slapped my shoulder.
I pretended I would do it again and laughed at more of her high-pitch threats. Anything to keep my focus away from her soft breasts pressed to my chest. I didn’t want to scare her with how much I wanted her.
Removing temptation, I sat her back on the bench and went to sit beside her again. We sat in silence, watching the sun glint off the clear ocean, enjoying the peaceful moment.
I didn’t know what prompted me to ask, but the nightmare from this morning came back, and curiosity got the best of me. Maybe the progress we’d made on the mountain. Maybe the voice in the back of my head that kept pushing me to make it all better before it was too late. “Why don’t you talk at the charity event?”
She stiffened beside me, and the air around us changed. “Because I don’t need to. There are plenty of other women who have a story to tell.”
“So do you.”
“And I’ve talked to my therapist about it. I don’t need to tell everyone.”
“Like I said, maybe it’d be good to talk to like-minded people. To own what happened.”
Her hair whipped the side of my face with the force she turned to look at me. “I don’t want to own it,” she snapped.
I should have stopped there, but my stupid misplaced need to get my point across rose above rational thought. “I’m just saying, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe it would help.”
“How would telling everyone I was raped almost every day for four fucking months help? Hmm, Daniel?”
Her words landed like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. It’s one thing to know what happened without the details. You can just pin it down to a bad thing and never think too much on it. It can remain a blurred image if you don’t look at it too hard. It’s entirely different to have the details laid out to where you can’t do