“I would have bet money that you were gonna chicken out,” he laughs, shaking his head and swimming closer to me. He pulls me into his hard body and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, my arms circling his neck.
He leans forward and kisses me like I’m about to disappear, urgent and hard, and I let out an involuntary moan and tighten my grip on him. Our lips are fused together and I lick the inside of his mouth, tangling my tongue with his. I slide my arms from around his neck, down his chest and under the water, bringing them around his back and digging my fingers into the taut skin.
“Fuck, Blair, you feel so good.” He’s palming my ass and raining kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
The kisses leave fire in their wake and my whole body is instantly on high alert. I grind myself into his waist shamelessly, trying to create friction and ease the building ache between my legs. I can feel his erection pressed against my stomach and I can’t concentrate on anything else. I want him. I really want him. We’ve been together a week and I know it’s not long enough to be throwing myself at him like this, but the feelings he elicits are so intense I can’t stop.
I feel like I could combust at any second. I’ve held on to my virginity for eighteen years without ever really considering giving it to anyone. Ethan’s been in my life two minutes and I’m literally trying to throw it at him. I need to calm down, slow down, and gather my thoughts. He mumbles how good I taste against my collarbone and it sends a wave of desire straight through me.
“You're shivering like crazy,” he says, pulling his head back with a look of concern.
I know it has more to do with being naked and pressed up against each other than the fact that the lake is cold as hell, but I don’t want to seem like a complete moron.
“Well, duh…the water’s freaking freezing!” I clip out and he immediately starts to swim the few meters back to the dock, dragging me through the water with him.
“Come on, let’s get out and get you warm.”
I pout and regret telling him I was cold. I was really enjoying being wrapped around him.
He drops my hand and uses both of his to propel himself out of the water and on to the dock. Naked! My eyes are like saucers as I watch the water race down his tanned broad back, dipping into the dimples at its base and then the droplets make their way over his amazing ass. I must have stopped treading water at some point while perving on Ethan because I sink. I break the surface again flailing my arms and legs about, coughing and spluttering.
Ethan turns and drops to his knees, leaning over the side and grabbing my arm to pull me up.
Now I have a perfect view of absolutely everything and I gasp at the sight of him naked and hard—and huge. The water’s freezing and it doesn’t seem to have had any type of effect on him.
“Babe, stop splashing around and grab my hand, I’ll pull you up.”
I reach out to take a hold of him and then pull my arm quickly away.
“No! I’m naked!” I screech.
His lips pull up at the side into a crooked grin and his dimples appear full force. “I’m aware of that,” he says in a low gravelly voice.
“I’m not getting out while you can see me; turn around.”
He breaks into laughter and stands back up, not bothering to try and shield himself from my view.
“No fair, Princess, you got to see me,” he says, still laughing.
The sight of him transfixes me. He’s prefect. The water is making his body glisten and I can’t pull my eyes away from the deep-cut V that’s leading down to where I’m desperately trying not to look.
“Yeah, well, I’m not the exhibitionist that you are, so turn around, and no peeking.”
“Kill joy.” He winks and then turns and literally struts down the dock with his back to me. Cocky asshole, I think to myself. But my smile is huge.
I DROVE BLAIR home from the lake and told her that I’d call her later; I needed to get the car back to my mom and I still had a ton of homework to get through. It wasn’t strictly a lie—I do have those things to do—but I knew that if I spent any more time with her at the lake, there was no way I could have controlled myself. I want to sleep with this girl more than I want my next breath. If she were anyone else I’d have tried my luck in the water as she was grinding her hot little body against mine. She’s not just anybody, though, and I’m not about to take her virginity at the lake where anyone could have walked by. I park the car and walk into the house to return the keys. Mom and Dad are sitting at the island drinking coffee and reading; Mom, her book and Dad, the newspaper.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Dad says, peering over the top of the paper at me as I cross the kitchen and toss the car keys on to the counter.
“Sorry, didn’t realize I was supposed to be home for anything,” I tell him, opening the fridge and retrieving a bottle of water.
“Had an interesting little chat earlier with Sam Jones.” He lifts his eyebrow and stares at me, waiting for my response.