Page 73 of The Right Garza

He presses up against me, thrusting his hips forward. “This is me making time for you.”

Loving the weight of him against me, I sigh and moan in appreciation. “Also, you’re not my man.”

At this, he cocks a quizzical brow.

“We’re havingfun,” I remind him. “That’s all.”

His grunt is dismissive as he gently presses the pad of his thumb to my clavicle, feeling every beat of my lying heart.

The kettle goes off, startling me, and I squeeze from between him and the counter to go shut off the stove. “Would you like some hot cocoa?”

“No.”

I take down a mug and cocoa mix, then grab the rest of the ingredients from the pantry.

When I turn to get a spoon from the utensil drawer, Trent, now divested of his shirt and boots, is in the living room peering out the back window while he unzips his jeans.

“Wha…what are you doing?”

“I see you’ve made a lot of changes to the pool area.” He peels off his jeans and tosses them to the couch. “How long has it been since you had them filled and shocked?”

“Almost two days. I—”

“Let’s go for a swim.”

“What? Now?” I move backward as he takes long strides toward me.

“Yes.”

“I don’t think—” I start to protest, but he’s there, scooping me up and marching out the door with me to the backyard, crossing over to the pool area of the guesthouse.

“You’re a restless soul you know that?” I yell at him, slapping his shoulder.

“Funny, that’s what I used to say about you,” he retorts. “Guess you bring it out in me.”

With that, he jumps into the pool with me in his arms.

Son of a bitch!

I hold my breath as water engulfs us. We separate, and I immediately swim up to the surface.

My robe, drenched with water, feels like a bag of sand on me, so I swim to the deck to climb out, but Trent swims up behind me and locks his hands around my middle, pressing his face in my neck.

“My robe,” I tell him. “It’s weighing me down.”

“So take it off.”

“No, I’m—”

But he’s already peeling the thing off me, leaving me stark naked. He rolls up the wet garb and launches it up to the deck.

“Nakedunderneath,” I finish.

He swims around me and waggles his brows. “Soglad I came over.”

I splash water at him. “You’re such a horndog.”

“Only because you turn me on so much. The sexiest woman on the planet is mine. The sweetest, tightest, juiciest pussy is mine,” he sings. “Can’t get enough.Can’t get enough.”