Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I check my phone and see that the delivery time is still estimated at twenty minutes away. Not that it really matters after that. Not going to say no to being inside him no matter what food I’m waiting on. Hell, I’d die a starving man if I had to.
“All right.” I stand and strip off my shirt, loving the way Dylan’s gaze trails over my body as I take off the rest of my clothes.
I don’t move toward the water right away. I let him take me in and revel in the anticipation written clear across his face.
“Get in here already,” he says.
“Mm, I like this, though.”
“Like what? Driving me crazy with your body?”
“Nope. I’m enjoying the way you’re looking at me.”
“I’d turn around and stop if I could just to get you in here next to me, but I can’t take my eyes off you.”
“Aww, who knew you could be so sweet?”
“Objectifying you is sweet?”
I rub my chin. “Wait, I should probably be against that. Oh no, bad, Dylan. Bad.” I turn to my side and flex.
“You’re such a show pony.”
“Wanna go for a pony ride?”
“Get in the pool already.”
“Okay. I’ve probably teased you enough.” Yet I move slower than a turtle in mud. The cool water feels good on my skin as I step into the pool.
Dylan groans at how slow I’m going, and as soon as he can reach, he grabs my hand and pulls me in.
Water splashes everywhere, our bodies collide, and then Dylan’s mouth meets mine. He tries to take it fast, thrusting his tongue past my lips with frantic need.
And as much as I’m enjoying it, I need to slow him down. “Wait, wait, wait.”
“You’re the one who says we’re waiting on food. We can’t slow down.” Dylan wraps his legs around my waist and presses his erection against my stomach.
“This is about distraction, not getting off.” I grip his ass and squeeze.
“Isn’t the whole point of sex to come so hard you don’t have the brain cells to think anymore?”
“How’d that work out for you last time, seeing as you came about an hour ago and you’re already back to humping me like a dog in heat? There are moments for that kind of sex, but this isn’t one of them. I’m going to make this one count.” I wade through the water to the side that overlooks the canyon and tap Dylan’s leg for him to stand. “Turn around.”
He does it but sticks his ass out at the same time. I box him in, my hands going on either side of him and gripping onto the edge.
“Mm, what does this position remind you of?” he mocks.
“Hey, that’s my line. I’m supposed to taunt you about the night we hooked up.”
“Nope. That stopped as soon as we hooked up again. And then again. And again now if you’ll hurry up and get to the fucking.” His ass rubs against my naked cock, which is begging for me to take him up on it, but I’m determined to give Dylan what he needs and not what he thinks he wants in this moment.
“We’re not going to have sex,” I say.
“If you say something lame like we’re going to make love instead, I have to tell you, that’s an instant boner killer.”
“Nope. We’re not doing that either.”
“Then what are we doing?”
“You’re not going to do anything.” I press against him closer and kiss the back of his neck. “I’m going to worship your body and do things to you that will make your mind fuzz over with nothing but thoughts of me and the pleasure I’m giving you.”
He trembles in my arms.
“That’s a good start,” I whisper against his skin and then suck on his neck.
Dylan moans.
My lips move down until they reach the strap of the mankini. I bite it and drag it down his shoulder, but it’s so tight I need my hand to help.
His arm gets stuck.
“How did you get this thing on?” I complain.
“I don’t care if you have to rip it off. I just need more of your mouth on me.” He lifts his arm to reach behind him and grip the back of my head.
“Anything for you,” I murmur.
Only, when I take the fabric in my hands and try to rip it … nothing happens. I try again. A tiny ripping sound happens, but it still doesn’t tear.
“How is this so strong?” I ask.
Dylan laughs. “I’m going to be stuck in this thing forever.”
“Nope. I am getting this off you even if it kills me.” I yank and pull on it.
Water sloshes over both of us, and poor Dylan is tossed around like a rag doll.
“You are so good at distracting me. You’re right. This is so much better than sex.”
“Shut up. I just need—” Finally, the stitching for the harness strap across his chest parts, and I’m able to get one of his arms free. The rest is easy, though I’m tempted to make him wear the bottom half for a while longer.