Page 52 of Brutal Titan

Victoria

Pushing off the wall, I make another lap across the pool before stopping at the far end, my hand gripping the side as I catch my breath. I usually take it easy and enjoy the sensation of gliding through the water, but I can’t. The week has been good … really good. My eyes dart over to the gym, viewing a smirking face through the glass window.

Asshole.

There’s no way I can relax when he is standing shirtless, purposely in clear view as his hands reach above his head, gripping the metal bar of one of the many machines in the room, making no effort to even pretend to work out.

Diving under the water, I swim four additional laps before hopping out of the pool. Wrapping a towel around me, I twist my hair, wringing out excess water as I see Elliot walking over.

Swinging his arms, he makes a show of stretching with a sexy smirk on his face. “What a great workout.”

“Yeah. Sure. You looked like you were working really hard in there … at doing nothing.”

“I didn’t say what I was working out. This time it happened to be my imagination, and trust me, it was hard a few times.” His arm snakes around my back, pulling me to him as he gives me a lustful kiss.

Recalling where we are, I shove him away. Quickly glancing around, I find we are still alone. Thankfully. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted to get caught.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Then why do you keep putting it off?”

His shoulders slump forward a bit, losing some of his arrogance as his hand grips the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

“Well, until you do, toning down the PDA would probably be wise.”

“You’re asking an impossible task.”

“No, I’m not. It shouldn’t be that hard.”

“But it is.” There it is. The cocky arrogance that he wears so well. “I just stole a little kiss. It’s taking every bit of willpower I’ve got not to grab your ass, lift you up, slip inside you, and fuck you against that wall until I hear you make that soft whimper just before you come.”

That is one hell of an imagination, and it just painted a clear picture for me that has desire surging through my core.

Removing the towel from around my body, I toss it to the side, standing in the black bikini that I’d purposely picked out knowing he would like it. Hooking my finger under the thin strap at my hips, I run my fingers along, adjusting it as I walk past him. No doubt his eyes move to my ass cheeks exposed by the thong bottom. “There’s a wall in my room.”

He curses, adjusting his athletic shorts as he takes a step back. “I’ll meet you up there in a few, and please, whatever you do, don’t take that damn swimsuit off because I want to do it.”

I take a cue from him, returning his cocky smirk over my shoulder before heading upstairs, thankful to not run into anyone on the way to my room. Eventually, we are bound to get caught sneaking around, and I’m wondering if I’m not hoping someone catches us too.

* * *

Stepping out of the shower, I walk out of the bathroom expecting Elliot to be gone but he’s sprawled out across my bed, still fully nude from acting out the scene from his imagination against my bedroom wall—and it did not disappoint.

“What’s that smile?” he asks, standing up from the bed and walking to me.

“Nothing. I just figured you would’ve snuck out while I was in the shower.”

“I was going to, but I wanted to ask you something.”

My fingers clutch the towel closer to me, suddenly nervous from his uneasy posture. “What?”

He reaches forward, brushing his hand over the towel, pressing it into the small of my back. “Will you go out on a date with me?”

“A date?”

“Yes. A date. Dinner. Movie. Driving range. Whatever you feel like doing. We can even go to the art museum if you want.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”