“That’s right, babe,” Lane agreed, winking at us. I didn’t have a resolution. I was just happy that I made it through the rest of the year.
Peeking up at the dark sky, I ignored the noise around me and focused on the shimmer of bright stars scattered amongst the mountain peaks. Inhaling the fresh and musky scent, my eyes fluttered shut.
"WAKE UP, sleepy head. You ready to get out?" My eyes flickered open; spotting Keegan gliding towards me, water rippling in his wake. We were alone.
"That's probably a good idea," I answered, glancing down at my fingers and noticing the wrinkled skin around them. "I can't believe I fell asleep."
"Trust me, you didn't miss anything," Keegan informed, stopping in front of me. "Cora and Lane started attacking each other so I had to kick their horny asses out." Good thing I missed that. Reaching my arms out to the edge, I hoisted myself up until I was standing with only my legs submerged in the water.
"Whoa there, kitty. Hold on a minute,” Keegan said, stopping me. His hands dented into the skin on my shoulders, stopping my body from getting up and dipping me back into the warm water. I quivered when his hands moved in and grazed my collarbone. My eyes fastened in on him pulling his body out of the steaming water. Wet droplets streamed down his hard, muscular chest and my mouth dropped open as he wrapped a towel around his lower half. Every time I saw his chest, I was in awe of its perfection.
"Come on," he said, his breath showing in the cold air. I brought myself up the same way as before, stepping one foot out then the other. The night air was freezing, hitting my bare back as soon as I stumbled into the open towel in his hands. He picked me up.
"Just don't slip and break any of my bones," I yelled.
"Your bones?" He laughed. "What about mine?" The door slammed shut behind us and the hot air kissed my skin. His movement stopped when we reached the living room, dropping me back to my feet only to begin the task of drying my damp body off. I gulped, a lump forming in my throat as my frozen body melted at the touch of his hands running across my uncovered skin. Glancing up, I eyed his bare chest, still wet with water dripping from the sheath. My mouth watered, urging to lean over and swipe every last drop with my tongue.
Chills broke out along my arms, my eyes blinking as he slipped down on one knee, sliding the towel against my legs, slow and precise like I was an expensive sculpture that couldn’t be broke. "There you go," he breathed out, against my leg, his voice hoarse. "All dry."
"Thanks," I stammered, hyperaware of every spot on my body his hands had been. His movements were torpid, like he was deliberately trying to torture me.
I jumped at the clearing of a throat and my eyes flashed up, meeting his. "I'm dry but I can stand here longer if you could like to continue eye raping me," he smirked. "Just let me know when you've had your fill."
Embarrassment rushed through my body. "I-I wasn't staring," I rasped out.
"Baby, you were,” his husky voice answered and he moved my way. Smiling, his eyes hooded. I forced down the large lump in my throat as his chilly fingertips glided across my shoulder blade, sending tingles across my skin at every soft brush. My back went straight when his fingers reached my chest, moving down the crevice of my cleavage then tracing the edge of my bikini top with two large fingers. "You were staring at me like you were starving and I was the only thing that could remedy your hunger," he breathed, running his fingers back and forth along the thin fabric. "And because of that, I am going to kiss you."
He stepped forward until we were mere inches apart, his lips in front of mine barely grazing me. "Is that okay?"
Ok. Deep breaths.
I nodded nervously, shutting my eyes. His lips slammed into mine. The kiss started out slow but heated up as his tongue slid across the middle of my lips, begging for entry, which I happily obliged. I squealed when solid hands moved down my bare back to my ass, squeezing it in both hands firmly before lifting me up in his arms. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Walking backwards, our mouths never losing contact, we dropped down on the couch with a thud.
His body hovered above mine and my lungs drew in a sharp breath. "Daisy," he rasped out, his lips moving away from mine to brush the sensitive skin at my neck. My heart plummeted at the touch of his fingers slipping underneath the hem of my bikini top, tracing the bottom of my breast casually. "Tell me this is okay," he muttered against my neck, his free hand reaching up to caress my cheek softly.
"What about Piper?" I asked, fully aware my words were most likely going to put a damper on the mood.
The warmth around my neck stopped and his head lifted up. Two fingers moved down my face, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. "Piper has nothing to do with us," he assured me; bringing his face into mine so close I could feel his hot breath. "And you know that."