“It’s fun, making you blush. You’re comfortable being totally naked in front of me, but if I watch you eat, you get embarrassed.”
Monica froze for a moment as the truth hit her. She not only didn’t mind being naked in front of Cal, she loved it. Loved the way his eyes grew a deeper green and remained glued to her body, taking in her slightest movement. She felt sexy and alive. She wanted to feel that way again, right now.
She’d been chastising herself since they’d scuttled out of the office, and while it had been a stupid move—fucking in front of a picture window—it had felt incredible at the same time. The fear of getting caught and the feel of Cal buried deep inside her—it had been the best sex of her life. Carefree. Daring. She thought she’d put all that behind her, but Cal opened the door to her bad-girl ways. And she liked how he made her feel. So how was Monica supposed to mesh her old self with her life now?
God, she was tired of going around in circles, overthinking. She simply wanted to shut down her brain and feel again. Cal did that to her. And as scary as it was, Monica wanted it one more time. Just for tonight.
She threw her napkin on the table and glanced back at the French doors. “Is your butler coming back?” She wanted Cal to take her again, here in this setting, this garden.
“Not unless I tell him to, why?”
“Then I’m going for a swim.” Monica kicked off her shoes, then with exaggerated movements, she stripped out of her jacket.
That got Cal’s attention. He licked his lips as she held up one arm and unbuttoned her cuff. She repeated the movement with her other sleeve. When she reached up to unfasten her blouse, she paused. “Should I keep going?”
“If you don’t, I’ll do it for you,” Cal said.
Monica wagged her finger. “Uh, uh, uh. This is my show.” She turned her back to him, and with painstaking progress, undid one button at a time. Occasionally, she glanced over her shoulder and shot him a grin. When she was done, she clasped the edge of her blouse and eased it, ever so slightly, down her shoulder.
Cal’s eyes were fixed on her. He held his body motionless. “Don’t stop now.”
This was what she wanted. To captivate him. To be powerful and sexual and let herself go. She could do this with Cal.
She slipped the other side down the opposite shoulder, but not very far. Monica only revealed her upper back, then turning to the side, she shoved a hand through her hair and watched Cal’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
With a wiggle of her hips, she slipped the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall on the patio. Then raising her arms above her head, she undulated her torso. Monica stopped when his eyes met hers. She hadn’t done this in so long. Monica felt more at ease with Cal than any man she’d ever been with.
Next, she unzipped her frumpy skirt. Nothing about her clothes was sexy, but the way Cal watched her, she felt like the hottest woman alive. “Want to see more?”
Scrubbing both hands over his face, Cal groaned. “You’re tormenting me on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Does that sound like something I’d do?” With exaggerated movements, she slid the skirt over her hips before kicking it aside. Thrusting her shoulders back, she reached behind her and released the hooks of her bra. First she let the straps fall but kept the narrow cups in place with her hands.
Cal leaned forward, his gaze glued to her breasts. His breathing picked up speed. “I’m right on the edge, darling. Do you want me to beg?”
Monica affected a pout as she slipped off the bra. With one finger, she circled the areola of her right breast until her nipples grew hard. “Maybe later.” She fingered the front of her panties. “See how wet I am? All for you, Calum.”
He scraped his chair back and stood then, tearing at his shirt in his haste to remove it. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He strode forward and stretched out his hand to palm her breast, but Monica moved out of reach.
Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. Her hair whipped around her jaw. “You keep torturing me, I say turnabout is fair play. Mate.”
“Ah, but you want my touch.” Cal shed the rest of his clothes and stood there, staring at her, his cock hard, ready. Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a long stroke. Monica watched, captivated at the sight of Cal moving a hand up and down the length of it.
Monica slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and wriggled them over her hips, revealing her mons, a little bit at a time, until she wore nothing but the black thigh highs.
Cal’s gaze drank her in. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
She grinned. “Better than an Austin Healey?”
He nodded, his expression serious. “Yes.”
High praise indeed. She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but it was a lovely compliment. Slowly, she peeled off one stocking, and straightened before extending her arm and dropping it on the patio.
“You’re almost there. Keep going.” Cal gave himself one more stroke.
By drawing this out, Monica was punishing herself. She wanted his hands on her skin, his mouth on her clit. He’d promised to taste her, after all. Her backside grew cold as she shed the second stocking.
Keeping him in her line of sight, Monica sauntered to the pool, swaying her hips with each step. As she glided down into the water, it sloshed against her ankles, calves, thighs. Cal remained on the terrace, staring after her. “Are you coming in?”
“Most assuredly.”
The water rippled against her stomach. “Feels good. Nice and warm.” When the water reached her chest, Monica turned and bent her knees, sinking lower as she watched Cal wade in. His delicious muscles contracted as he moved toward her.
“I know what will feel even better.” He walked closer, and she moved farther away, toward the wall. The pool wasn’t large, and she could stand at the deepest end and still keep her chin above the water.
Cal approached her, bracing his hands against the pool edge, and pressed his body against hers. Whipping aside her hair, he nipped the outer shell of her ear. “I like it when you’re spontaneous.”
Monica laced her fingers behind his neck. “I didn’t mess up your plans, did I?”
“No,” Cal growled against her ear. “Getting you naked was on the short list. I was planning on a shower too, but I’m nothing if not accommodating.” Gazing into her eyes, Cal cupped her face with one hand, then kissed her.
This kiss felt different from the others. Over the past few days, Cal had kissed her in passion, and he’d used light, butterfly pecks, but this one…this one felt purposeful. Almost serious. As the thought popped into her mind, Monica wasn’t even sure what that meant. She pushed the notion aside. Feel, don’t think.
She liked Cal’s hard body slick against hers, liked the way he made her hot and achy, made her breasts crave his touch. When she was with him, Monica felt wide- awake, as though she’d been sleepwalking through life these last four years.
Chapter 16
Cal gazed down at her flushed face. Monica’s fuller upper lip garnered most of his attention. Her tits, bobbing just below the surface of the water, were a very close second. Plunging his hand into the hair at her nape, he tilted her head back and sucked on that bloody upper lip. It drove him crazy every time she so much as licked it.
When Monica’s hand circled his cock and squeezed, every logical thought he had disappeared.
Cal continued to suck and bite her lip, but let go of her hair and handled those full, round tits. She liked it when he got a little cheeky with them, but Cal tried not to handle her too roughly. He didn’t want to cross the line from stimulating to painful, but he’d seen the faint bruises from the other day. He’d have to be more careful in the future.