Page 20 of Summer Fling (The Kingston Brothers #5)

At home, he invited me to the deck situated off the primary bedroom. Here, we had a better view of the water. He'd lit a few candles in the lanterns scattered along the railing. The candlelight flickered in the night air, giving the deck the perfect ambiance.

He hadn't invited me on a walk on the beach, and I felt the anticipation for a first date kiss.

The last time we were alone like this, we danced. I wasn't sure he'd ask me to do the same tonight, but there was still an air of expectation as if something important would happen tonight.

I breathed in the salt air, wondering if I'd ever experienced a more perfect night. My belly was full of good food, and I couldn't get enough of the salty air or the sound of the waves. The only thing that would make this evening more perfect was if he kissed me.

It must have been the leftover buzz of the alcohol that had me paying extra attention to the way he reached over me to grab the wine glass, pouring, then handing it to me. I couldn't look away from his lips when he tipped his glass back and drank freely.

I wanted to kiss him to see if he tasted like wine. But he was my boss. I shouldn't be thinking about what his lips would feel like on mine. How strong his hands would grip me when he moved over me.

My face flushed, and I looked away.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I set the glass aside, figuring I shouldn't have any more alcohol. "It's hot out here, isn't it?"

"I can turn on the fan." He moved to the side of the deck where he had a fan tucked away.

He pulled it out and turned it on. The feel of the air on my skin made everything more heightened, and he was only sitting a few inches away from me.

It wouldn't take much for me to straddle his lap. But that would be inappropriate.

Dalton tipped his head to the side, considering me, "Is that better?"

I wanted to pull my dress over my head and take a dip in the pool. Maybe that would erase this desire for him. "Would you mind if I cooled off in the pool?"

"I'll grab some towels and bring the wine down."

I didn't bother to grab my glass; I just made my way downstairs to the patio where the pool was surrounded by a childproof fence.

I opened the gate and stepped inside the enclosure.

I should have gone to my room and grabbed a suit, but it was too late now.

I'd slip into the water, and he'd never notice that I was wearing a bra and panties.

I wanted to cool off before the heat incinerated me. I looked around, confirming he wasn't back, and lifted the dress over my head, unbuckled my sandals, and set them aside. Then I dove into the water in one motion.

The water sluiced over my skin, cooling the heat but doing nothing to quench my desire. If anything, the feel of the water against my body only made me want more.

Dalton appeared at the side of the pool with towels, wearing trunks with no shirt.

His gorgeous chest was on full display with defined pecks, a trim waist, and ridged abs.

His skin was tan from a life on the island.

I was vaguely aware that he set the glasses on the pool deck before dropping into the water next to me.

Even though the pool was large enough to swim laps, he stood close to me. Too close.

He raised a brow. "Are you still hot?"

"Yes, I mean, not really," I said, licking my lips.

Suddenly, I was nervous. Had he noticed that I was only wearing a bra and panties?

The alcohol had broken down some of my inhibitions, but I felt sober, which was more concerning.

The water hadn't done anything to deaden my attraction to him; it only made me want him more.

I was careful to stay below the water where he couldn't see my hard nipples or anything else.

His hands glided over the top of the water, making me imagine what they'd feel like on my oversensitive skin. "Tonight feels surreal, doesn't it?"

I looked up at him. "How so?"

He glanced down at me, his lips twitching. "It's a date, but it's not a date, if you know what I mean. My brain knows this isn't real, but my body is telling me a different story."

"What is your body telling you?" I felt bolder tonight, as if I could do anything I wanted and there wouldn't be any repercussions.

Dalton set his glass down without drinking and turned to face me, his hand braced on the edge of the pool. "That I want you."

"You do?" I asked, feeling a little light-headed.

He moved closer, his hand touching my hair. "Do you feel it too?"

I nodded, my throat feeling unbearably tight. I straightened, which raised my chest out of the water. His gazed drifted downward, but he didn't look surprised by the sight of my lace bra which had to be completely transparent in the water.

"I saw you take off your dress." His voice was low.

I raised a brow. "How?"

He nodded toward the windows. "I just happened to look outside when I passed the landing on the stairs. I have to say it was the most heart-stopping image I've ever seen. You are gorgeous with the moon illuminating your skin."

I drew in a breath as his hand drifted to my arm and lower to my waist. Everything quivered in response to his featherlight touch.

Then he cupped my cheek. "Do you want me too?"

"It's not right but?—"

He moved my hand so that it covered his chest where his heart was beating hard. "Does this feel wrong to you?"

I couldn't do anything but shake my head. "No."

"I'm reacting on feeling here, and everything inside me is telling me that you're the one for me. I have to have you."

Had anyone ever said anything hotter to me? I didn't do things like this. I never took risks, and for once, I wanted to be free of any constraints. I didn't want to worry about what anyone would think. I wanted to feel.

I took his hand and moved it until it was resting above my heart, which was beating just as erratically. "How does that feel?"

His eyes burned with desire, and he moved his hand so that he was cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple.

I inhaled sharply at the contact. His touch sent tingles of desire through my body, straight to my clit. I swayed toward him, pressing my breast full into his palm.

"I want to taste you." He lowered his mouth to mine, my lips parting so that his tongue could sweep into my mouth.

I couldn't believe we were doing this, and at the same time I wanted more.

I wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer, needing him to be touching me everywhere.

My breasts pressed against his chest, and he lifted me so that my legs wrapped around his waist. His cock nudged against my core, and I was irritated that he was still wearing swim trunks. I didn't want anything between us.

He set me carefully on the edge of the pool. I spread my legs and leaned back onto my hands. He unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts, and then he sucked one nipple into his mouth. My head fell back as I closed my eyes at the feel of his mouth on the hard peak.

When he pulled away, the air teased my wet nipples. He urged me to lift my hips so that he could pull down my panties.

Then he dipped his head and licked my pussy. My thighs trembled as he devoured me. His mouth was relentless as he drove me impossibly higher, and when he used his fingers, I shattered around him, not quite remembering ever feeling an orgasm as intense as this one.

He shucked his swim trucks and reached for a condom he must have grabbed in the house and ripped the wrapper. "Do you want me?"

His cock was hard and straining, and I was dying to know what he felt like inside of me.

I licked my lips, wondering how he'd taste and whether I'd get a chance to see. "Yes."

We were too far gone now to pull back and reevaluate the situation. I wanted to know what it felt like to be with him. I wanted to let go and do something irresponsible for once.

Nothing might come from this, but it felt good to indulge. To not be worried about school or work or anything else.

He smoothed the rubber over his cock and nudged my entrance. I whimpered at the tease, needing more friction.

He slid inside, one excruciating inch at a time. His hands were braced on my hips, and his gaze fixated on the spot where his cock eased inside me.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. My nipples were hard, my thighs trembling, the scrape of the pool deck a welcome reminder that this was real.

This wasn't for show or part of a fake relationship. You couldn't fake desire like I saw in his gaze.

He moved inside until I was impossibly full. I felt hot all over, the desire burning inside of me, building again. "I need you to move."

He eased out, his fingers gripping me tightly as he thrust inside me. He set a punishing rhythm as he continued to move, threatening to set off another orgasm more intense than the last. I couldn't believe that Dalton was inside me, making me feel this good.

I never wanted him to stop.

He circled my clit, and I went over, spasming around him. I was vaguely aware that he tightened his grip on me as he came with a roar. When his body relaxed, he gathered me close, his cock still inside me.

It was an incredibly intimate moment. What had we done?