“Great. Can’t wait to see it. Hey. What do you want to do for dinner?”
“Already covered. I cooked.”
He tossed the mail onto a nearby patio table. “Oh, you did, huh? Hmm. In that case, lemme just change into a bathing suit and I’ll meet you in the pool.”
“Please do.”
I managed a few laps before Trip made his way out of the house and onto the diving board. It was hard to take my eyes off him when he was practically naked, strutting around the yard with that damned body of his. I mean, it was hard to keep my eyes off him normally. But in nothing but a pair of board shorts? I wanted to lay more than my sights on that man.
He dove in, emerging near me in the low end, wrapping his arms around me and backing me against the pool’s wall. He planted one hell of a kiss on me, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling through it. It was sickeningly adorable, just being able to hang around Trip’s house, waiting there for him after he came home from a long, hard day of work.
When we finally came up for air, I saw the huge grin he was wearing on his face. I was sure I looked just as dorky, smiling back at him. There was a huge part of me that still couldn’t quite believe I was there with him, playing house, tangled in his arms. But I didn’t question it. For the first time in my life, I’d gone for it. And the payoff had been even greater than I could’ve ever imagined. More importantly, Trip was happy, too.
Most importantly, we were happy together.
I looped my arms over his shoulders and asked, “How was your day?”
His perfect, white teeth were still grinning at me, his eyes squinting from the sun. “It was good. Except that I missed you.”
“Awww.”
“The meeting took forever. Man, that guy can talk.”
I knew his meeting was with some industry people that had been wooing him to be a part of their next production, but Trip didn’t tell me much more beyond that. He was trying to focus more on his upcoming hockey film, and he was more irritated than flattered that they required his attention in the days leading up to it. Guess they wanted to nail him down as early as possible.
I knew the feeling.
“How’d it go?”
“Alright, I guess. I’m not the biggest fan of the director they’ve got lined up, but the script is pretty phenomenal. It could be big. I don’t know.” He released his hold on me to lounge out on the steps, his elbows thrown over the edge of the pool. “I told them I’d think about it in any case.”
He seemed almost embarrassed talking about it. I guessed he was still getting used to the idea that he was so actively pursued by people other than horny women.
Although, I was one such horny woman at the moment. He wasn’t quite out of those woods yet.
I sluiced through the water to where he was sitting and straddled him against the steps. “I’m guessing you’ve got time on this. You still have an entire movie to film before you could even commit to starting it, right? Did they say they’d wait for you?”
I lowered my lips to his neck. I couldn’t help it.
I felt his throat vibrate against my mouth as he answered with a contented, “Hmmm.”
“Was that a yes?”
He put his hands at my hips and squirmed a little underneath me. “Babe? You really think I’ve got my mind on work right now?”
Before I knew it, he’d wrapped an arm under my backside as he grabbed for the railing and hauled us both out of the water. I was giggling, my legs locked around his waist as he walked the few steps over to a chaise and laid me down on it, settling himself between my knees and lowering himself on top of me.
He kissed his way down my body and back up to my neck again, pulling my wet bikini top to the side of my breasts.
Release the hounds!
He kissed me there, too, before trailing a line of kisses down my stomach, over my sides, his hair trickling droplets across my skin. He hooked his fingers into my bikini bottoms and slid them off… and then stopped dead in his tracks.
Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten about the wax job on the way home.
His jaw gaped slightly as he stared at my nether regions, ironing a palm across the smooth skin at my pelvis. His eyes met mine in wonder. “Holy shit.”
I laughed, but Trip looked rather serious, immediately pushing my thighs apart and closing his mouth over the space in between, as if he couldn’t wait another second to lick me into oblivion.
Which he did.
Twice.
After a considerable amount of time spent making beautiful mouth-love to me on my pinkest parts, I lay there, my legs shaking, begging for him to stop. One more Tripgasm, and I was sure the neighbors would call the cops on us for disturbing the peace.
Because pieces of me were rather disturbed, let me tell you.
Ba-dum-dum. Tsss.