Holy. Hell.
I had to avert my eyes. It was like looking at the sun, except he was all golden skin and lean, long muscles. And he was wearing tight enough swim shorts that his bulge was in no way concealed.
He’d felt huge when I wrapped my hand around him—and when he’d pushed inside me.
Focus, Yve. You don’t like him.
But my body’s reaction proved once more that I didn’t have to like him to want him.
I WONDERED IF YVE KNEW I could see straight up her dress before she stepped away from the edge of the pool. Unlikely, and I wasn’t going to point out the fact. But still, it was a shame when she moved back. Unfortunately she’d chosen white lace today instead of going bare. I just wondered if it was a thong . . .
Already, I could feel my dick perking up in my swim shorts. Not surprising. The woman only had to breathe to get me hard.
I pushed out of the pool, letting the water cascade off me. Once I was on two feet, I stepped to the chair to grab my towel and began to dry off.
Yve stood silently. A glance in her direction showed her eyes glued to my body.
“Want me to drop the trunks so we’re even? After all, I got to see all of you.”
Her spine shot poker straight. “Not necessary. That’s not why I’m here.”
I had no intention of letting her leave without getting another taste of her, but I could bide my time. For now.
I shrugged and tossed the towel aside. “Then why are you here?”
“Because you’re meddling in my life.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Meddling how? I haven’t done a thing.”
“You went to the gym trying to dig up information on me.”
“I did.” I wasn’t about to hide it, but my confession didn’t slow her down.
“You want to know something about me, then you come to me.”
When she jabbed a finger at her own chest to make her point, I was reminded of her perfect tits and dusky-rose nipples. I needed to fuck her while we were both naked. Preferably in front of a mirror so I could see everything. But first, I wanted answers.
“Then you tell me. What the hell sent you running out of your apartment?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business, Titan,” she shot back.
“Guess what, Yve? I decide what’s my business, and for some damn reason, I’ve decided you are.”
She stepped toward me. “Well, undecide. I don’t need you meddling in my life.”
Stubborn woman. “Have you ever asked for help?”
“I don’t need your help.”
“That wasn’t my question. My question was,” I took another step closer, until the skirt of her dress pressed against my still wet thighs, “have you ever asked for help.”
She refused to lower her eyes, but her chest rose and fell faster with each breath. “I don’t see the point of asking for help. It always comes with strings attached.”
She didn’t step away, and I found that almost as fascinating as her answer.
“I knew you were a smart woman, because my help definitely has strings attached. I want you naked when I’m inside you next time.”
Her golden eyes sparked and flashed, right before she pressed both hands against my chest and shoved.
I could have stopped the backward momentum, but instead I grabbed her waist as I stumbled backward over the edge of the pool—and took her with me.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I SPUTTERED AS I broke the surface. Reaching out blindly, I shoved at anything I could reach, which happened to be hot, solid muscle. I yanked my hands back like I’d been burned and swiped the water out of my eyes. “You’re such a dick.”
Titan threw his head back and his laughter echoed through the room. I’d never seen a smile on his face like this one. Ever. In fact, I didn’t think I’d really seen him smile. Smirk like an asshole? Sure. But smile? No.
Since when did I start keeping track of the man’s facial expressions? Didn’t matter.
“I’ve never pretended to be anything else,” he said.
I fought the urge to scream. My dress was soaked—and it was white. I was wearing a very sheer white bra, and my nipples were now hard as pebbles and completely visible.
I moved to cover my chest with my arms, but Titan backed me into the corner of the pool. My fight-or-flight instincts should have been waging an epic battle, but I was too pissed to be scared. He wasn’t going to hurt me. I, however, might hurt him.
The skirt of my dress floated up in the pool around me, and I shoved it down.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Yve.”
I jerked my head up to meet his eyes as Titan reached out to brush a wet curl away from my face.
I pressed both hands to his chest one more time, ready to push him away, but froze . . . because his head was lowering to mine.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I said breathlessly.
“Kissing you.”
“I told you not to.” His mouth was so close to mine, I was sure he felt the words on his lips.