Page 38 of Love You Like This

Jade looks so peaceful as I come up from the beach with my surfboard tucked under my arm. She’s stretched out on a raft just floating in the sun. Being down here in Mexico has given her a slight tan and brought out even more freckles. Her bikini today is a rich purple color which looks stunning on her. Not that everything doesn’t look good on her. She could wear a trash bag and be the most beautiful person in the room.

I tear my eyes from her and walk around the side of the house. After putting my board away, I stand under the outdoor shower to wash the salt and sand away, my mind whirling with thoughts of how to make excuses to be near her. When I come back to see she hasn’t noticed me yet, I just have to mess with her.

She looks hot anyway, like temperature wise. She could use a dip.

Dad and Suzette are nowhere to be found as I lower myself to the edge of the pool and silently slip into the pool. She runs her fingers over the surface of the water while remaining completely oblivious. I almost feel bad.

Almost.

In one quick motion I push the raft over and send her squealing into the water. She surfaces, spitting water and lunges for me with an evil smile on her face. My chest burns as we lock eyes and I realize that she’s never looked more beautiful than with mischief in her eyes and the devil on her lips.

Before I can gather my wits, she’s launched herself onto me, her long legs wrap around my waist, and her arms around my neck as she tries to drag me down into the water.

“You’re going down, Xander,” she grunts while trying to get the upper hand.

I laugh. “If I do, so will you.”

“Never.” She drops one leg and uses it to take me out at the knee.

My grip on her tightens as I fall sideways, dipping beneath the surface of the water. My fingers get tangled in the strings tying her bottoms at her hips, and one side comes undone. I immediately drop my hands and try to get some distance, but she doesn’t notice and keeps coming for me.

As we break the surface, she jumps back onto me. My dick is instantly hard at the feeling of her slippery, wet body plastered to me. The slope of her breasts pressed against me and her bare hip beneath my hand is nothing short of torture.

I press her between my body and the side of the pool. She shifts in my arms and gasps when she feels my erection. Her eyes move down to where our bodies are pressed together and then back up to mine. The urge to cover her perfectly pink lips with my own is so hard to ignore. I should be mortified that wrestling with my stepsister in the water got me hard, but I’m not. She doesn’t look appalled at the development, either.

In fact, she shifts her body. It could be a readjustment. It could also be her wanting to drag her pussy over my shaft. Because that’s exactly what she does. Pressure builds in my balls, and I know I could come just from her proximity like this. How fucking embarrassing.

“Your bottoms came untied,” I tell her with a strain in my voice as I squeeze her bare hip.

She blushes when she realizes that my thumb is the only thing keeping half of her bikini from floating away. “Shit.”

I step away and turn from her as soon as she disentangles herself from me. It gives me a moment to adjust my dick to a less noticeable position.

“Thanks for not letting them float away,” she says from behind me.

“No problem. Can I turn back around?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Her cheeks are still pink, but whether that’s from the sun or what just happened, I can’t tell. A tense silence expands between us as we look at each other from opposite sides of the pool.

“You were hard,” she blurts.

I huff a laugh, surprised at the words. “Yeah, it happens when a beautiful girl is wrapped around me like that. He has a mind of his own.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Her brow furrows as if she’s confused by the declaration.

“Yes,” I hold her stare. “Surely you know you are.”

“I know I’m not ugly, but I don’t think of myself as that.”

The fact that she can’t even say the word beautiful when it comes to herself pisses me right the fuck off. In what world could she ever think she was anything but stunning? I’m truly dumbfounded by this. It doesn’t come from her mother, Suzette always calls her ‘her beautiful girl’. Her beauty is as obvious as the sun in the sky.

I stalk across the pool and cage her between my arms. She tilts her head back to hold my gaze. I’m momentarily distracted by the freckles that stand out even more obviously than before. In any other world I would lay beside her and spend hours mapping them across her body.

Her eyes dip to my lips, inviting me to lean down and press them against hers.

I shove that idea all the way to the back of my mind. Kissing her is completely off limits. Even if every molecule in my body is drawn to her like a moth to a flame. All I want to do is burn in her proximity.