Page 90 of Brooklynaire

Just the sound of her name makes me tense, and I’m not even sure why. “She seemed pissed off at you that night at the party,” I hear myselfsay.

“She was, right?” He stops rubbing my leg and gives it a simple squeeze. “That was sort of weird. I think she’s ducking me. Probably has something to do with a deal I have going on atwork.”

“Hmm.” I’d bet a million dollars that’s not it. “Can I ask you a question? Were you and Alex ever athing?”

“A thing,” he says slowly. “No. Notreally.”

“Not really?” That sounds a lot like a dodge tome.

He shakes his head. “Once we got drunk and fooled around. But never again. We’re better off asfriends.”

Once. That shouldn’t bother me. They’ve known each other for…twelve years? Thirteen? But then why was she so pissed off when I turned up inFlorida?

Maybe I’m just paranoid. After all, it’s me sitting here naked with Nate. Not her. And I’m wasting the moment thinking about his grumpy collegefriend.

Smart,Bec.

I shift my body so that my leg slides off Nathan’s knee. And when I straighten my spine, my breasts rise a little ways, exposing my nipples above the waterline. Nate’s gaze latches onto my chest and doesn’t letgo.

Improving his view suddenly seems like a no-brainer.

Turning toward him, I press myself up onto my knees on the bench. He makes a soft grunt of surprise as my dripping wet torso emerges from the water. Maybe I’ll be embarrassed about this later, but I actually arch my back a little to enhance theeffect.

Then I climb into his lap, straddling him. My overly sensitive breasts meet his wetchest.

With a groan he pulls me closer, and then we’re kissing. His tongue is hot and bossy, and our kisses skip right past all the preliminary rounds and go straight to the playoffs. He gets a firm grip on my bottom and gives it a dirtysqueeze.

Slick, wet skin slides across skin. His hard cock is trapped between my legs. And we’re kissing like moviestars.

“You ruin me,” he murmurs, holding my chin in his hand to control thekiss.

I don’t know what that means, but I like the sound of it. I grind against him. I am shameless, and the agonized sounds he makes are myreward.

“Fuck, Bec,” he pants eventually. “Sit uphere.”

“What?”

He pats the pool’s edge. “No, wait.” He leans out of the water to grab the turtle. Then he angles me into its bright green embrace, so he’s standing between my legs, a hand under each thigh. And he kisses his way down mybody.

“Oh,” I whisper when his intention becomes clear. And when my hips float to the water’s surface, his mouth is there, kissing the juncture of my body and thigh. His lips shift, finding the potent center of me. “Ungh,” I gasp as my head falls back onto theturtle.

“Rebecca, are you all right?” This question is brought to us by Bingley, whose chipper voice booms through thespeakers.

Nate actually chuckles, and I feel the vibration against myclit.

Jesus lord. His hot tongue makes a pass across my most sensitive flesh and I grip the pool toy with both hands. “Oh,” I say, and the word echoes off the tilewalls.

Nate makes a low noise of agreement as he tongues me again. I pull my legs together, trapping his mouth there. I can’t relax becausegood lordit feels so good and it’s been forever since anyone spoiled me likethis.

His brown eyes lift to hold my gaze, and then he deliberately makes a slow, heavy pass with histongue.

I make another inarticulate noise followed by some begging. “Don’t stop,” Iblab.

“Stop?” Bingley says. “I didn’t get that,Rebecca.”

“SILENCE, Bingley,” Natehollers.

I clap my hand over my mouth because it’s funny and for a second there I feel like laughing. But then the urge fades because there are other sensations commanding my attention. Nate has many gifts and skills, but I had no idea his tongue was so fucking useful. He coaxes and teases me until I ache withimpatience.