Chapter 17

Vivian had always loved the water, but swimming naked…this was a first. She’d never been the risk taker in the family, always too afraid of the consequences, but here she was, floating on her back while the hottest man she’d ever known stared holes into her body.

His gaze branded her skin, and despite the cool water, she was burning up. She held his gaze and then slowly rolled over and headed for the edge, never taking her eyes from his.

When she reached the stairs, she froze, the reality of her nudity suddenly becoming too much to bear. What now? Getting out of the pool and baring herself to his gaze seemed much more intimate than simply giving him a peep show while she floated feet away from him.

Rock seemed to sense her dilemma and waved at her, with an irresistable grin on his face, and a come-hither motion. Cold shivers and hot flames racked her body while she hung suspended halfway up the ladder, covered from his intense stare by the wall of the pool.

One step up and he’d get a close look at her bare breasts with the peaking nipples. And she couldn’t even pretend it was from the cold, because the fire in his eyes said he knew the truth.

He took a step back and held up a fluffy white bathrobe.  “Come on out,” he said with a low and husky voice.

Vivian felt the tingles pooling between her thighs and the wish – no, the need – to have his hands touching that very spot to ease the ache. Surely he didn’t expect her to come all the way out, naked as the day she was born. So that he could watch? Or did he? When he waved the bathrobe at her again, she had her answer.

She debated her options for half a minute, his eyes never leaving hers, until she reluctantly admitted that his demand turned her on the way no other man ever had with just a few words.

“That’s not fair,” was all she could press out of her dried up mouth, fantasies of Rock ravaging her forming in her mind.

His irresistible grin intensified. “If you’re in a fair play then your planning was wrong. So, are you coming to get this fluffy bathrobe or not?”

She raised her chin and squared her shoulders, while she observed the growing bulge in his pants. Two could play at that game. Getting out of the pool naked and walking toward him – a piece of cake. Then she’d gracefully take the bathrobe, cover herself and disappear into the changing room.

Her skin prickled with need as she climbed up the ladder, exposing inch after inch of her naked body to his heated glare. She emerged from the pool, droplets running down her skin, fully aware of his appreciation for her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Vivian swayed her hips as she walked the ten steps to where he stood beside the sun lounger, holding out the bathrobe. Just as she’d reached him, he dropped the robe to the ground and wrapped his strong arms around her.

“I changed my mind,” he said with one of his charming, breathtaking grins. “I’d rather dry your skin with my own hands.”

Vivian felt another surge of lust hitting her body and a moaning sound escaped her throat. Her mind was dizzy with desire and she didn’t care anymore about the bathrobe or her nakedness, as long as Rock’s hands raked over her body.

He flopped down onto the sun lounger with amazing versatility, taking her with him. She came to lay on top of him, her back against his chest and shuddered in reaction to the soft caress of his hands on her hips.

Rock nuzzled her hair to the side, nibbling on the sensitive skin beneath her ear and nipping the place where her neck and shoulder met. His trimmed beard scratched her skin in a way that she could only describe as … thrilling.

“Oh God, Rock…” Vivian moaned, biting her lip. She couldn’t start begging when he’d barely touched her. “…please.”

“Please what?” His wandering hands stopped for a moment and the shocking emptiness fluttered her eyes open. He’d turned her to the side to lock eyes with her and any logic swam away as she dove deep into his soul.

“What do you want me to do? Tell me what you like,” he demanded.

Vivian bit her lip. She wasn’t used to talking dirty. She already missed his hands on her body, but the determination in his eyes told her she wouldn’t get what she wanted if she didn’t say it aloud.

Now would be the perfect time to get up and leave. She had barely finished that thought when the realization of its ridiculousness attacked her. There was no way she ever could, or even wanted, get up and walk away from him. This man had not only stoked the desire in her body, but he’d clawed his way deep into her heart.

“Please…touch my breasts,” she whispered.

His hands returned to her torso, cupping her waist, stroking her hips, until they finally reached up, each hand claiming one of her breasts. Oh my God! Her eyes fluttered shut the very moment his thumbs started toying with her nipples. Shockwaves of pleasure built up inside her and she pressed her back against his chest, moaning his name. She was so close to coming, just by his hands on her breasts.

“Vivian. You’re gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear, further stoking the fire that consumed her. She gave herself up to the sensations he was creating in her body, unable to move, think or speak.

Trembles followed the path of his hands sliding down her stomach, and while she hated that he’d stopped fondling her breasts, her pulse ratcheted up a few million notches at the prospect of where his hands would turn next. They came to rest on her thighs, toying with them, teasing her, taking her arousal to unbearable levels.

“Rock, please I can’t take it anymore,” she begged him, but he seemed to not have heard, because his hands continued to move in circles across her thighs and her lower her stomach, carefully avoiding the one place she needed them.

“You can. And you will, because today, we’re doing this slow.”

Vivian swallowed at the promise of sweet torture. Slow was the last thing she wanted right now. She needed him to take the edge off her yearning. Hard and fast. Maybe then slow would be bearable.

Her legs parted slightly, and she nudged his hands to her core, until he relented and brushed his thumb over her aching clit, just to move it away the next moment again. Cold air hit her core and shivers rushed up her spine.

“Rock,” she moaned, arching her hips in a silent plea for him to touch her where she needed it most.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured into her ear, breathing hard. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin on her neck.

“Make me come with your hands,” she whispered, blushing upon her dirty demand.

“I will babe…as often as you want. You are absolutely stunning when you’re aroused like now.” Then he finally, oh finally, slid his fingers down her wet folds and plunged inside her.

She writhed on his lap as his talented fingers explored her moist secrets, finding those sensitive spots that made her moan in pleasure and caused shivers to race up and down her spine. Moments later, she struggled to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to steal her sanity.

“Give over to me. Let me feel you come all over my hands.” Rock whispered in her ear as he sensed her struggle.

Those naughty words broke the dam and she screamed his name as an ecstasy like nothing she’d ever experienced before crashed over her. He kept playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, causing her to move from one orgasm and straight into another. She clenched his arms tightly, her nails digging into his forearms as a pleasure so intense she almost passed out, rushed through her.

When her shudders and the convulsions of her sex finally subsided, she was powerless to do anything but recline against him. Rock kissed the top of her head and then reached for the robe lying on the ground to gently cover her with it. Vivian snuggled closer into him and floated in the aftermath of her passion.

“Oh my god, that was mind-numbing. I thought I would die,” she murmured and smiled at the soft squeeze of his strong arms around her torso.