“Showing off exhilarates you?”
He grins. “Jumping the wakes and getting all that air is kinda a rush.”
“Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Speak French.”
“Besides that?”
“I can’t read your mind. You need to start telling me what you’re thinking. Even if you think I can’t handle it.”
“I think you could handle anything,” I say dreamily.
Although the feel of his hard, wet body on top of mine makes me want to pretend to be an evil queen and banish him to my turret room.
Forever.
“So tell me what you’re thinking right now,” he says, killing my daydream of him tied to the bed.
“I don’t think you want to know what I’m thinking.”
“But I do.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. What I’m thinking is that I hate you.”
He kisses my neck, his mouth feeling cool from the ocean. “I’m lying on top of you, practically attacking you, and that’s what you’re thinking?”
“Yeah. Do you know how many freaking times it took me before I could ride into shore? I don’t think I ever would’ve gotten it right if B hadn’t come out and helped me,” I stupidly blurt out.
“Who’s B?”
“Oh. Um, he’s the Keats guy. My stepdad gave me my first board, a few pointers, and then told me the best way to learn was just go out and do it. He was wrong, by the way. It’s much easier to learn what to do on shore first. Anyway, that’s how B became my first big crush.”
“And you’re first big love.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Sometimes I think I do.”
“And other times?” he says, his eyes holding mine.
“I think I’m falling for someone else,” I say breathlessly.
Ohmigawd! I can’t believe I just said that.
Why did I say that?
Why would I do that to him?
Give him hope just to crush him in a few days.
God, I suck.
“So is there anything you've ever wanted do that you haven't been able to do?” I ask, steering the conversation back to his athletic abilities.
He rolls over, positioning himself next to me, and looks at me with fiery eyes.
“There are a lot of things I want to do that I haven’t done yet.”
“Like what?” I reply, praying it’s something like skydiving or mountain climbing.
“I’ve been dreaming of slowly undressing you.”
I stop breathing for a second as my heart jumps into my throat. “Is that something you’d like to do soon?”
He rolls me to face him, while gliding his hand downward over my hip and thigh. Then he parts my legs with his knee, putting it in the spot he does when we dance, intertwining our bodies. Then he grabs my ass and guides it even closer, my crotch now firmly pushing on his thigh.
“Yes, very soon. And I want to be just like this,” he says, placing his mouth on my neck. “Only naked.”
I grab the hair at the back of his head and push his face toward me so I can kiss him.
When his tongue takes possession of my mouth, I groan, my body purposefully pressing into his.
Damian yells from the water, “Dude, it’s my turn on the wakeboard. Come drive for me.”
Aiden ignores him, choosing instead to slide his tongue across my lips.
Then he says, “I suppose I better go.”
I’m too breathless from the kiss to even reply. I just sort of nod.
God, he is hot.
And I don’t just mean the way he looks.
It’s that strong, almost alpha male, possessiveness that I feel when he’s determined. An electrical charge backed by godly powers.
Like he’s a human version of Poseidon’s triton.
Aiden gets up and yells at Damian. “I’m gonna grab some water. I’ll be right back.”
“Grab me one too,” Damian says.
As Aiden runs up to the pool bar, Damian pulls the wave runner up into the sand, hops off it, and then plops down next to me.
“Jeez, when I said you should have some fun, I didn't mean you should accost the poor boy on the beach.”
“Jealous?”
“Totally. Peyton has the best ass. I want to own it. Explore it's surrounding areas.”
I laugh. “You need to stay out of that part of town.” He laughs, although I’m pretty sure he’s completely serious, so I say, “Damian, if you really like her, shouldn't you want to take it slow?”
“I am taking it slow because what I really want to do is wave one of your magic wands, make you disappear, and throw her across a chaise and fuck her until she can’t move.”
“Damian!”
“Come on, don't pretend like you don't want Aiden to do that to you. You two have so much chemistry if you don't do it pretty soon you may combust and kill us all.”
That makes me laugh. “Maybe, but if she's really your future wife, you should wait a little. I mean, what would you tell your kids?”
“I’d tell them Mom’s ass looked so good in her bikini I couldn't help myself. My sons will understand.”