Page 18 of Tempting Me (The Asher Family #3)

“Are you going to stand there and watch me swim or prove me wrong and start stripping?”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

“It’s not safe to swim this late, Luca. You know this.”

“All the more reason not to let me swim alone.”

“I’m not getting in.”

“Fine. If I start to drown or whatever, you better hustle from your perch on that deck.”

He’s not going to drown.

Said way too many people before something went bad.

I jog down the steps.

“I’m only coming down here so that I can save you when you need it.”

He grins, and I swear to god, he may as well have touched me between my legs.

Shit.

No. This is not good.

“You okay?” Luca asks as he walks backward and slowly into the water.

“Fine. ”

“You’re flushed.”

“It’s too dark for you to see that.”

He shrugs but chuckles when I don’t tell him he’s wrong.

“You could get in here and cool down with me, then we get back to work.”

“Luca.”

“Okay. Okay. You’re right. I’m done.”

He dips lower into the water but never takes his eyes off me.

“Stop watching me.”

He grins and turns. Then he dunks under the water.

I glance at The Marina and then back at the water.

We are alone.

So, I mean, no one would know except us.

And, I’ve never … been in my underwear in public. I don’t have a bucket list or anything, but the idea of it does give me a rush I didn’t expect.

Luca keeps treading water and ignoring me like I asked, and it annoys me even more.

He just keeps listening to me, and it’s starting to piss me off.

It's not okay for him to be this attentive to me.

To me.

Me!

This is not what we do, and yes, I know things are changing, but when the summer is over and it’s time for my family to return, I need us to be the old Shay and Luca. Not … whatever this is.

When the summer is over.

It’s not over yet.

And getting whatever this is out of my system could be a good idea. He’s probably all talk anyway and it wouldn’t even be that great.

I stomp my foot as if someone said something to upset me, and technically they did, only it was me.

Am I really considering this?

The urge to do something crazy and just let my mind relax for once is consuming.

Before I can think twice, I pull my shirt over my head and slip off my shorts.

Then I run toward the water before Luca can turn around and see me. I would have made it if not for my squeal the entire way.

He spins quickly, the grin on his face dropping quickly when he spots me.

I wade in and then tread toward him. Once I'm right in front of him, I’m taken back at how dark his eyes have turned under the moonlight. At how they are locked right on mine with a hunger I’ve never seen in them before.

Now my heart is racing, and my body is heating up even though I'm in the cool water.

Why won’t he look away?

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asks, his voice raspy.

My heart pounds.

“Like … bad decisions are about to be made.”

“By whom? Me?”

“By both of us.”

My admission doesn't help the situation, and frankly, at this point, who am I trying to fool?

Luca treads closer but stops, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of it .

“Isn’t that why you got in the water?”

Yes.

I should tell him to move back.

But I can’t.

I swim closer.

He reaches a hand out and slides it around my hips under the water, pulling me to his body. My fingers lock around his neck as soon as my lips crash against his.

The hand that tugged me close wraps around my lower back, and his other hand cups the side of my face. I lock my legs around him to hold on and let the small waves of the lake create the remainder of the movement for us.

I feel him harden instantly against the thin fabric of my panties, and I let out a strangled noise.

Fuck.

He breaks the kiss to press his lips to my cheek, chin, and neck, then adjusts his hands so that one is holding onto my hips. Then he grinds me against him. Hard. He’s huge.

“Oh, god,” I breathe.

I withdraw my joke about him not being big enough. He might be too big.

And that makes my heart race even more.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “So much.”

Then I move my hips faster.

“Jesus, Shay,” he says before he’s kissing me again.

I love everything about it. The way his lips are soft but the pressure of the kiss is firm, as if he can’t get enough of me.

This feeling of being wanted is addicting.

He moves my hips faster and faster.

“Luca,” I whisper into his ear. “You … ”

My words fade into the night air as tingles course through my body.

This man is about to make me come by rubbing me against this cock in the water. I’ve never come like this. My brain is scattered. I normally have to be focused and concentrate on my orgasm, but right now all I can think about is his hands and his lips and the way he’s breathing in my air.

“Luca,” I repeat again, because for the life of me I can’t think of words.

“I know, baby, I hear you. I’m not letting you go until you get what you need.”

I close my eyes, my nipples hardening at his promise, and just when I think it can’t get any better, one of his hands slinks between my legs, moving my underwear to the side and sliding his fingers inside of me.

“Oh, god, yes, please. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re begging. I love it. Tell me what you need, baby. Ride my fingers. Take what you want from me, and if it’s not enough when you’re done, I’ll slide my cock inside of you and fuck you until it is.”

And just like that, my body convulses and my orgasm runs through my veins, screaming as if it never wants this feeling to end. My skin is on fire as he sets off every part of me.

I bite Luca’s shoulder as wave after wave of release rushes through me, and after I feel confident that I can take over the control of my body once more, I slowly lift my head.

I don’t have time to consider what the look in his eyes means before he’s kissing me again.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.

“Feel better?” he asks, and I laugh.

“Much. ”

“Good.”

I let the water float me, and reach between us. I grip him in my hand, but he stops me.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” I say before he can go on. “I don’t need the whole ‘this is about you and only you and a lady should never have to blah. Blah’ bullshit, Luca. Let me touch you.”

He smirks, licks his lips, and nods.

“Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.”

God, I didn’t know how much I’d love it when he says things like that to me.

I stroke him, keeping our gazes locked.

I start slowly, letting my thumb run over the tip, and I can’t help but smile the moment his eyes roll back.

“Do you like that?” I repeat his words back to him.

“Fuck, Shay, don’t talk dirty to me.”

“Why? You don’t want to hear the way I love how you feel in my hand?”

He groans.

“How you made me come harder than anyone before you.”

Another groan.

“How I want to trace every inch of you with my fingers. Maybe even my tongue.”

“I’m going to come.”

“That’s the plan. Do it. Come in my hand.”

He grabs my face and kisses me. As he comes, he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and growls.

I keep stroking him until he pulls away.

“Damn it.”

“What?” I let out a little laugh .

Under the moonlight, his gaze finds mine.

“You know I won’t be able to keep my hands off you now, right?”

I grin. Yes, tonight changed everything between us.

“I know.”

And I don’t want him to.

Not now or at the end of the summer.

Which is a problem.

A very big problem.