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He splashes me in retaliation, and I splash him back. The water feels good until it becomes a splash war and pelting nonstop at my face. Sean and his big, stupid, long arms are definitely winning. Determined to beat him at his own game, I move closer. But he seizes the opportunity by stopping me, grabbing me by the wrists and pulling me into his body to prevent me from escaping.
I squeal as he pins my back against his front, his arms constricting me, keeping me tucked against him tight as he starts to tickle me.
“Oh, no,” I laugh. “Sean, stop. I hate being tickled.” I can’t stop giggling, which makes him do it more.
I wiggle against his hold, desperate to escape the tickling, but enjoying the way he feels against me. I can’t help but notice how good it feels to be in his arms, against his chest. His body envelopes mine, and a deep laugh erupts from him after his fingers find my weak spot along my waist. I arch against his hold, trying without success to distance my waist from him.
And he hardens against me.
Oh. I have to fight my body’s impulsive desire to arch my back in response.
Sean’s arms immediately relax around me, I think he must realize that I can feel him against me.
I mean, it would be impossible not to notice…
But he doesn’t let me go, and his hands don’t stop moving against my skin, although to call this new, gentle stroke of his fingers tickling would be inaccurate.
Maybe it’s just an accidental response?
I still, waiting to see what he does next, half expecting him to push me away and apologize, embarrassed. But he doesn’t. So I don’t swim away either, and my struggling now becomes intentional. I rub against him, hesitant at first, growing more confident with every second. I want to make sure that he can feel every curve as I stay close.
When he realizes I’m not running away, the embrace that pins my arms to my sides tightens.
I can feel his lips against my neck. Hesitant, as if asking silent permission. I shiver as he draws me closer still and I grind against him harder.
What am I doing? The small part of me thinking reasonably pushes back. I can’t do this, not with him.
“Fuck, Astrid.” He spins me around so fast I’m slightly shocked, and then I feel his lips press into mine, catching my mouth between his. His tongue dominates me, slowly, as if savoring every stroke.
All resistance is gone after hearing my name on his lips.
I wrap my thighs around his waist, thankful to be in the water as I grind against him more. I can feel my core tighten immediately. Damn. This is faster than I expected, but I’m going off pure instinct. I thrust against him as he keeps me pinned in place, as if he’s content to kiss me forever. One hand snakes around to hold the back of my head while the other presses into my back.
I can feel how his fingers spread across the entirety of my back. He’s huge. And I mean, everything about him is huge.
I roll my hips against him.
His strangled moan is swallowed by my kiss.
I want to reach down and grab him. I want to feel every part of him. I need to feel every part of him. My fingers tangled in his hair and his tongue down my throat isn’t close enough anymore. I need...
I faintly register a car pulling up in the driveway, but it’s white noise. Nothing so important to distract me from Sean; his lips, his hands, the deep, masculine groan he releases into my mouth...
The abrupt sound of the engine shutting off is what finally pulls us apart, slamming us back to reality. Shit. Who is here? I hear the click of heels on the pavement coming closer, and we push off each other, swimming apart, just in time for someone to walk down the concrete pathway from the driveway to the back of the house.
“Victoria,” Sean says, smoothly. It’s like what just happened barely affected him.
I don’t think I could complete a sentence if my life depended upon it right now. My cheeks burn. I splash some water on my face and swim on my back, trying to appear natural and move away from any of the scrutiny.
Victoria. I repeat the name in my head, trying to place why it sounds so familiar.
“I thought you were bringing Violet back tomorrow tonight?” he asks.
Shit.
Victoria is Violet’s mom.
I wish I could disappear. I can’t even imagine what this looks like to her. If I could hold my breath under water for a significant amount of time, I would be gone.
