Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [34]
Which was bad, she knew. This could go nowhere, and even if it could, she had a feeling that no one possessed Damon Andros. The fact was—she was lucky just to be with him for this short time. It was like a gift, she thought. A karmic gift. The universe’s hot little way of making up for her cheating husband.
But the more prickly pear mojitos she drank, the less she was able to reason and the more rank jealousy filled her veins. Until finally, just after a blonde bombshell in a slinky one-piece cut all the way to her navel departed, Brenna did what she was getting pretty good at doing the last day or so: following her urges.
Aware that Tawny and Honey were still observing from lounge chairs not far away, Brenna set her mojito cup on the ground and stood up, moving to Damon’s chair. He was still talking sales and distribution when she stretched out alongside him.
He offered a soft but steamy grin, their faces close now. “What’s this?”
“This is me thinking that all work and no play makes Damon a dull boy.”
He arched a skeptical brow. “Dull? Me? Come on, babe.”
He had a point. So she let her expression form into a sexy pout. “Okay, maybe not. But all work and no play definitely makes Brenna want to play.” And with that, she slid one arm around his shoulders and eased the other onto that broad chest dusted with dark hair, then leaned in for a kiss.
Was it bad that knowing Tawny and Honey and probably half the women at the pool were watching made her feel even sexier? At the moment, she didn’t care. And Damon didn’t seem to mind her affections, since he kissed her back, his lush mouth moving on hers, making her cream her bikini bottoms.
“Let’s get in the water,” he said low, near her ear.
She would have preferred to make out some more, but so long as he was with her, paying attention to her and only her, she wouldn’t argue.
Descending the nearby stairs into the pool, step by slow step, Brenna hissed in her breath upon meeting the cold water.
“Come on in, babe,” he said, his gaze turning downright wicked. “Don’t you want to get wet with me?”
The enticing words drew her straight down into the pool with only one gasp in response to the cold, after which her body quickly adjusted, heating up from mere anticipation.
Damon took her hands to pull her deeper, until the water came to chest level. Then he leaned in to press his mouth back to hers, his slow, lingering kisses reverberating all the way to her toes, his palms molding warmly to her hips beneath the water. As her breasts brushed his chest, sending a fresh spark of arousal all through her, he glanced down, so she did, too, to see her nipples erect and jutting at the hot-pink Lycra.
His voice came low and smoky. “Do you know what I want to do to you right now?”
She struggled not to let herself tremble with lust. “Tell me.” She’d never gotten into dirty talk before. Well, before last night. And now she wanted more of it. “Tell me,” she said again, throatier this time.
“I want to peel this sexy top off your pretty tits and lick those hard, pink nipples.”
She swallowed, feeling the words in her cunt, and when he let his hand rise from the water just long enough to stroke the tip of his thumb across the peak of her breast, her pussy surged so hard she thought she would come.
Oh God, had he just done that—here? He had—and she loved it.
“What else?” she asked, eager for more.
His low rasp was downright intoxicating. “I want to take your skimpy little bottoms off, too, spread your legs wide, and taste your sweet pussy.”
Instinctually, her arms looped loosely around his neck and she shimmied her breasts against his chest again, hungry for more sensation there. Despite all the people at the pool, no one was near them in the wide expanse