Page 75 of Nine Week Nanny

Oh. The idea of slipping into warm water suddenly seems much more appealing. My mouth goes dry.

"I'd have to go inside and get my suit."

Pope doesn't release my hand. Instead, he leans closer, his voice dropping to a rumble. "Why do you need a suit?"

My heart hammers against my ribs. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting? What if someone sees us from the beach?”

“There are enough hedges and distance, no one will be able to tell. I’ll turn off the lights.”

He closes the distance between us. His lips brush mine, tender but insistent. When he pulls back, there's heat in his gaze that has nothing to do with the temperature.

"I promise I'll keep my hands to myself." His breath fans across my lips.

I swallow hard. "What if I don't want you to?"

The corner of his mouth lifts in a knowing smile. He leans in, capturing my lips again, deeper this time. My body responds instantly, melting toward him.

"Get in," he murmurs against my mouth. "I'll grab some towels from the pool house and cut the lights.”

He pulls me against him before letting go, and my body pulses with need. Every nerve ending is alive and electric. I watch him walk away, aching for him to return.

When he disappears into the small structure at the edge of the property, I approach the pool's edge. I dip my toe in. It's deliciously warm, steam rising from the surface. The night air prickles my skin as I glance around the secluded yard.

No one can see us here. I can hear the waves, but all I see is black night in front of me, beyond the pool and string lights.

I slip off my blouse, then my shorts, followed by my underwear. The cool breeze against my naked skin sends a shiver down my spine as I ease into the water. It envelops me like a warm embrace, soothing and exciting all at once. The heat between my legs intensifies, my body already preparing for him.

The pool lights suddenly switch off, leaving only the soft glow from the Edison bulbs strung across the yard. The semi-darkness feels intimate and private.

Pope returns, setting towels on a nearby chair. He holds my gaze as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest.

His joggers and boxer briefs follow. My breath catches at the sight of him fully naked.

He slides into the water beside me. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"So good." The words come out breathier than I intended. "Even better, now."

I can't resist any longer. I pull him to me, our naked bodies colliding underwater. The sensation of skin against skin sends shivers across every inch of me. His mouth finds mine, hungry and demanding as he backs me against the pool wall.

"You're making it very hard to keep my promise about my hands," he growls against my neck.

"I told you—" My voice catches as his fingers trace my collarbone. "I don't want you to keep that promise."

His hands explore my body beneath the water, making me gasp. "I want you inside me," I whisper.

"I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill."

That’s all he needs. His hands grip my waist, but I reach between us, guiding him to where I ache for him most. My thighs lock around him, pulling him in.

The first thrust steals my breath, not just because of his size, but because of the rush of sensation—water gliding over my skin, his thick length filling me in a way that feels impossibly deep with nothing to ground me but him.

A ragged cry slips out, swallowed by the night air. The pool makes me buoyant, weightless, like my body doesn’t know where to hold the pressure first—except where he’s inside me.

“Oh, fuck…” My head tips back as he drives in again, pushing me against the pool wall. Cool stone bites into my spine, sharp against the molten heat of him. The contrast makes me gasp harder.

“You’re incredible,” he groans against my throat, his teeth grazing just enough to make me shudder.