On Her Terms. Cathryn Fox

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      “Go ahead and take a cold shower if you want.” She turns back to the fire. “My clothes will probably be ready by the time you get out.”

      “No, I’m good, but I’m going to change into shorts.” I grab the pair I’d offered her and make my way to the bathroom. As I pass Brianna, she’s adjusting the thermostat, turning it up higher.

      “Keep that up and I’m going to end up in my birthday suit.” I say without thinking and close the bathroom door. What the hell? Get your mind off nakedness. Her soft chuckle reaches my ears and I wonder if she’s really that cold, or if she’s just jacking up the heat to get me out of my clothes. Shit, all she has to do is ask.

      Wait, no. I am not going to have sex with Brianna. No way. No how. Not even if she asks.

      Okay, maybe if she asks.

       Cazzo!

      I kick off my pants, and as I glance at my swollen dick, I take it into my hands and consider rubbing one out. In my current state it wouldn’t take long, and Brianna would be none the wiser. I pull from the base to the crown. Heck, I should probably ease the tension before something ruptures.

      “Maybe the hot tub will help,” she calls out. The click of the patio door opening reaches my ears, and I close my eyes and try not to visualize her in that hot tub naked.

      Again with the nakedness.

      “Good idea,” I say. Fuck, is that my voice? I open the bathroom door and walk to the patio just in time to see her peel my shirt from her shoulders and climb into the water. Naked.

      My God, she has a beautiful body. Her curves are less pronounced than they were years ago, but she was as breathtaking then as she is now. She settles into the tub, leans her head back and stares up at the night sky.

      Not wanting to startle her, I speak quietly, avert my eyes even though she’s covered now by the water frothing from the jets. “Can I get you a drink?”

      “Do you have any wine?”

      “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” I hurry to the kitchen, and my hands are a bit shaky as I pour her a glass of wine and grab a beer from the fridge. I pop the cap and down half of the liquid in one swallow. With my cock jumping in my shorts, I step outside and the heat of the night falls over me.

      “Join me,” she says as I hand her the glass.

      I wipe moisture from my brow. “I’m too hot as it is.”

      She presses the glass to her parted lips and takes a drink. A drop settles on her bottom lip, and it takes every ounce of strength I possess not to lean in and lick it away.

      I clear my throat and her gaze settles on me. “So, your grandfather is after you to get married,” I say for lack of anything else.

      “Yes.”

      “And you don’t want to.”

      “No.” I settle into one of the Adirondack chairs, and her eyes narrow in on me. “What?”

      I shrug. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

      She lifts her chin slightly. “You don’t know me well enough to make that call. In fact you don’t know me at all.”

      I take a pull from the bottle. “I know a few things.”

      “Oh?” she says, an almost worried look crossing her face.

      “I know you went to Oxford, and that you’re a lawyer. I know you’re Tate’s cousin, and that you two were close growing up. I know you make a mean apple pie.”

      “I guess I know a few things about you, too,” she says, almost under her breath.

      I lean toward her. “Such as.”

      She waves her hand and water splashes over me. “You’re a corporate lawyer and work for my cousin.”

      I settle back in my chair. “So, really, you know nothing about me,” I say, a bit relieved. The less anyone knows, the better.

      “Well, I also know you like to sneak up on girls when they’re swimming naked.”

      I laugh at that, and she laughs with me. “You said you were going back to your room. How was I to know you’d be in my spot?”

      “Your spot, huh?” she says.

      “Yep. Let’s just say next time you use it, be warned that I might not be such a gentleman.”

       Stop fucking flirting, man.

      She sits up a little straighter in the tub and I want to punch myself in the face for engaging in sexy banter with her. I need to end this now and get her out of my chalet before I do something I can only regret later.

      I open my mouth to tell her it’s time to go but stop when she says, “Maybe I don’t want you to be such a gentleman.”

      Perspiration breaks out on my body as her nipples pop above the water line. “Brianna...” I begin, but as my cock thickens, my brain cells stop functioning.

      “I think I’m warm now,” she says, and lifts a little more, water splashing around her bare body. Unable to help myself, my gaze drops to her beautiful breasts, and a groan I have no control over crawls out of my throat.

      “If you’re warm, then why are your nipples so hard?”

       Holy fuck, what the hell are you doing?

      My blatantly sexual question takes her by surprise, but she recovers quickly. “The night air. I should probably get inside to warm up by the fire.”

       Walk away, Luca. Walk away.

      I stand, about to do just that, but my cock has other ideas. Before I can stop myself, I slide into the tub with her, shorts still on. A gasp catches in her throat as I go to my knees in front of her and my gaze latches on to hers.

      “Or I could use my mouth to warm you,” I suggest, and when her chest rises and falls, everything in her eyes and her body saying yes, I lean into her and close my lips around her hard nipple.

      At first she stiffens beneath my touch, and I wonder if I’ve made a colossal mistake. Have I read this situation wrong? Has she not been coming on to me? I’m about to pull back, but then my name is spilling from her lips, and her hands are circling my head, gripping my hair and holding me to her.

      Hell yes.

      I swirl my tongue over her turgid bud and draw her deeper into my mouth, sucking and tasting until she’s murmuring something incoherent. A small part of my brain warns me not to start this, but at the moment, the throbbing head between my legs is the one calling the shots. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, it would take this entire village to pull me off her.

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