And after the kiss the other day, he’d been dreaming about her, waking up hard and aching, desperate to have her in his bed so he could finally rid himself of his obsession with her. She smelled good, she looked incredible, and now that he’d seen almost all of her, he was more determined than ever to get her into his bed and have his way with her.
“Don’t what?” he asked softly, even though he knew exactly what she was telling him. He continued to unbutton his shorts, noting that her eyes never left his hands. When he pulled the zipper down, she watched, her breath catching in her throat. He normally swam completely naked, but because she appeared so nervous, he left his boxers on for her benefit, even though there was no way to hide her affect on him. Nor was he even trying to hide. He wanted her to know what she did to him. He wanted her to think about it, to fantasize about it and know that she turned him on like no other woman ever had. “Swim with me?” he suggested and moved towards her, towards the end of the dock.
“No, I really can’t,” she said and stepped back a step.
“You should be careful,” he warned, seeing that she was less than a foot away from the end of the dock and still backing up.
He tried to reach out and grab her, to stop her from falling, but she jerked away, only adding more force to her backwards momentum. In the end, he tried to be the gentleman as much as the situation would allow by grabbing her waist. Although he couldn’t stop her from falling, at least he could twist enough so that he fell into the water first, taking the brunt of the splash while his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her steady.
Even as the water enveloped their bodies, his mind couldn’t help but notice how amazing she felt pressed against him. And then he had to focus on keeping them above water. Even that he didn’t mind because the water swirled around them and he pulled her against him while they came up for air, her tiny hands on his shoulders and the water plastering that sexy lingerie against her breasts once again.
This time, there wasn’t any way for him to be gentlemanly about the situation. Those breasts were just too perfect and he was only a man. He couldn’t keep his eyes from looking nor his hands from moving up her waist to her rib cage. He was finally able to stop them there, but as he pulled her against him, he couldn’t hide his body’s reaction.
Zarah wished that she could have acted appropriately and pulled her hands away. But instead of pushing against his shoulders so she could make more space between their bodies, her arms found their way around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, testing the texture and feeling the softness. She was amazed at how incredibly strong he looked. Then his hands moved to her waist, sliding up and down her back and she shifted her stomach closer to his, the water lapping against her heated body that only increased in temperature when his hands moved around, his thumbs stopped along the outside of her rib cage.
“You’re beautiful,” Derrick said, wanting to press her softness against his chest, but knowing he had to take things slowly. She was skittish, he knew. He suspected that she hadn’t had very many lovers in her past but he wasn’t going to let this beauty go. He wanted her and he knew that she felt the same way towards him.
She didn’t respond to his compliment, too interested in looking at all of that bare skin that was right in front of her. “It’s pretty hot today,” she finally said while her fingers moved through his hair. Without hesitation, they moved across his shoulders, feeling the muscles, reveling in his strength.
“Yes. And getting hotter.” He watched as her mouth opened just slightly while her fingers, that light, tentative touch, drove him crazy. He wanted her hands on his chest, against his skin. She was like a drug that he hadn’t realized he needed until she was standing right in front of him like this. “Touch me,” he commanded, and then his arm lifted, taking her hand from his shoulder to his chest.
Zarah loved the way the light sprinkling of hair on his chest tickled her palm, making her feel as if she were going up in flames with the need to touch him further. She moved her hand along his skin, testing the various textures and noting that his heart was pounding in his chest. Did she do that to him? He certainly had that kind of an impact on her, she thought as her legs brushed against his underneath the water.
Derrick couldn’t take the fluttering movements any longer. With a groan, he pulled her against him, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that stopped all time as he tasted that mouth, the sweet, taunting mouth that had been disturbing his dreams lately.
She felt incredibly soft and tasted even better! As his mouth devoured hers, his hands shifted along her soft, satiny skin. She drove him even more wild by those sexy sounds she made with each new place he touched. When he cupped her breast, her head pulled away and he looked down into her bright, surprised gaze. He was going to take his hand way, but then she surprised him even more when she went right back into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist and her hand reaching down to guide his hand once again to her breast. When his thumb rubbed over her hardened nipple, she stiffened slightly, then pressed herself against him even more, rubbing her stomach against his erection, whimpering with a need that almost matched his own.
Derrick took a deep breath, his hand moving of its own volition to cup her perfect breasts, thrilled when her head fell backwards as the need struck her. He knew how she felt. Every time she rubbed against his erection it was hard for him to remind himself to take things slowly. All he wanted to do was pull her out of the water and make love to her on the dock.
He lifted her higher, kissing her again, tasting that sweetness that he found only with her. She kissed him back, her tongue moving against his and his hand moved the strap of her bra, lowering it so that his hand could touch her breast without the hindrance of the fabric.
“Come back to the house with me,” he growled, lifting her higher so that his mouth could cover her breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple and sucking the ripe mound, hearing her gasps of surprise and making him painfully hard.
“Can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head for emphasis.
“Why not?” he asked as his hand skimmed up her back, bringing her breast closer.
“We’re not meant for each other.” She sighed as she said those words, her eyes closed and her back arching as if to offer her breast to Derrick. He took the offering, but a part of his mind was trying to figure out what she was taking about.