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I couldn’t hear it. Couldn’t bear to think about the way she hadn’t even tried to swim. I tightened my grip on the backs of her thighs, pressing her tighter to the wall so she couldn’t slip below the surface.
My dick hardened against her core, grinding on her soft, sweet parts.
Her breath hitched. Her gaze dropped to my lips. She leaned in, but I dodged, not ready to forgive her.
The rejection should have stopped her. Most other women would have swum away, hurt.
Not her. She gripped the sides of my face, keeping me in place. “Kiss me,” she whispered softly but fiercely. “You don’t get to rub all up on me like this, turning me on, and then not kiss me.”
Oh, that was rich. Her making demands when she was the one sinking to the damn bottom of the pool. “Then stop trying to fucking die on me! You don’t get to do that anymore! You hear me? I don’t even know what I’d do if…”
Her fingers stroked through the wet hair at the back of my neck, her gaze searching mine. “What you’d do…”
I didn’t even know what I’d been trying to say. But whatever it was felt big. Too much. Too soon.
I slammed my mouth down on hers instead.
She scrambled in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck and pulling me impossibly tighter. She kissed fiercely, just like I’d thought she would. She moaned into my mouth, and the noise went straight to my dick. It surged with need for her, and fuck if I wasn’t tempted to reach between us and push aside her shorts.
It was a bruising kiss, both of us fighting for control. Our tongues dueled, our lips battled. Her hips rocked against mine until I trailed my lips off the side of her mouth and bit her neck. “Stop moving or I’m going to come.”
Her breath left on a hiss. “Keep going. The chlorine will take care of that too, right?”
We both stopped and stared at each other.
Then burst out laughing.
“That is so disgusting, Roach,” I complained. “What is wrong with you? You’re a total vibe killer.”
“What!” She shoved my chest, pushing me away, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “You’re the one who said it got rid of pee and poop germs. Cum doesn’t count?”
A mother from the other end of the pool gave an overexaggerated cough with a glare in our direction.
It only made me want to swim right back to Rebel and do a whole lot more than kiss.
Rebel seemed like she was thinking the same thing. “Can we pick this up in our backyard pool?”
“The one Caleb tried to kill you in?”
She shrugged. “I could use some new memories to replace those ones. If you’re up for it.”
“That pool isn’t heated. And it’s winter.”
She licked a droplet of water from her lip. “I’m so horny right now, Vaughn, I don’t think I care.”
I dove beneath the water and swam to the opposite end of the pool before I could find out if chlorine was really as effective as I hoped it was.
12
REBEL
Vaughn drove home from the pool with a smile on his profile that I was sure matched the one on mine. I sat on a soggy towel, with his hand clamped on my thigh, thumb rubbing absently over my bare leg. Every mile we drove closer to the house, his thumb crept higher and higher up my leg, a silent promise of what was to come as soon as we got in the door.
I couldn’t stand the anticipation.
My nipples were hard beneath my oversized hoodie, and I reached up inside it, grasping one between my fingers and tweaking.
Vaughn watched me from the corner of his eye, his gaze flicking between me and keeping us on the road.