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"Careful, trouble," I warn, my voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire."
She laughs, a sound that's both mocking and alluring. "Oh, I think you're the one who's burning up, Rhodes."
My hands clench as Skylar's fingers dance along the edge of her bikini top. She's teasing me, testing my limits, and God help me, I'm falling for it.
"Don't," I growl, but it's weak, unconvincing even to my own ears.
She ignores me, of course. Slowly, torturously, she peels back the fabric, revealing a dusky pink nipple. The sight of it, pebbled and perfect, sends a rush of heat through my body. I want to touch her, to taste her, to lose myself in her softness.
But I can't. I won't.
I clench my fist so hard my nails dig into my palm, the pain a welcome distraction from the ache in my groin. "You think this is a game?" I hiss, struggling to maintain my composure.
"Isn't it?" Skylar challenges, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're the one who can't seem to decide what he wants."
I watch, transfixed, as Skylar's nimble fingers move to the other side of her bikini top. With agonizing slowness, she peels it back, baring both breasts to my hungry gaze. Her defiant stare burns through me, igniting something primal in my core.
"You think you're teasing me," I grit out, my voice rough with barely contained desire. "But we both know you’re teasing yourself. We both know you're dripping wet."
A flicker of surprise crosses her face before she schools her features. "Well, I was just in the pool," she retorts, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
I lean in closer, my lips nearly brushing her ear. "Oh, trouble, we both know I'm talking about that tight little pussy."
The sharp intake of breath tells me I've hit a nerve. Good. I'm tired of being the only one affected by this maddening attraction.
"Should I test my theory?" I ask, pressing my body closer to hers. The heat radiating from her skin is intoxicating, and I have to fight the urge to claim her lips with mine.
Skylar says nothing, just clenches her jaw and holds my gaze. The challenge in her eyes is unmistakable. She thinks she has the upper hand, but two can play this game.
I pull my hand from her hip, trailing it slowly across her collarbone. Her skin is impossibly soft, still damp from the pool. As my fingers trace a path down between her breasts, I feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch.
This is dangerous territory, but I can't seem to stop myself. My hand continues its journey, sliding under the curve of her left breast. I circle her nipple with my thumb, relishing the way it hardens under my touch.
Skylar lets out a moan, and the sound goes straight to my groin. My dick weeps in my pants, straining painfully against the confines of my zipper. God, what this woman does to me.
"Austin," she breathes, and for a moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability in those hazel eyes.
I should stop this. I should walk away before we both do something we can't take back. But as I stare into Skylar's eyes, I realize I'm already in too deep.
I trail my hand lower, savoring the softness of her skin as I trace a path down her stomach. Her muscles quiver beneath my touch, betraying her arousal despite her defiant expression. My fingers ghost over her thigh, teasing, exploring.
"Last chance to stop me, trouble," I murmur, my voice husky with desire.
Skylar's eyes narrow, but she remains silent. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I reach the edge of her bikini bottoms, letting my fingers play with the hem.
"No objections?" I ask, searching her face for any sign of hesitation.
When she doesn't protest, I slip my fingers inside. The moment I make contact, I have to stifle a groan. She's so wet, so warm, practically dripping with need. It takes every ounce of self-control not to take her right here against the wall.
"Fuck, Skylar," I breathe, teasing her lips with feather-light touches.
Her hips jerk forward, seeking more pressure, more friction. The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating. I could make her come undone with just a few well-placed strokes, but I hold back, never quite touching that sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask, my voice low and gravelly.
I slowly withdraw my fingers, savoring the slick heat one last time. Skylar huffs, a mix of frustration and arousal flashing in her eyes. My dick twitches at the sound.
"What's wrong, trouble? Didn't get what you were hoping for?" I taunt, bringing my fingers to my lips.