Juno."
My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't look away from his intense gaze. Slowly, I downed the rest of my drink and then set the empty glass on the lip of the hot tub.
Heathcliff put his aside, and moved even closer to me. At this point, he was so close that his shoulder brushed against mine, and if it was possible, he felt more scorching hot than the water did. His gaze was still fixed on my face, his focus moving to my parted lips. His hand went to the back of my neck, and he trailed little drops of water down my skin as he pulled me closer. "I'm going to kiss you in this tub, Juno," he whispered. "And if you don't want me to, you'd better speak up soon, because I'm having a hard time looking away from that beautiful, lush mouth of yours."
My entire body trembled at his words. Oh god, I remembered kissing him and being lost in the sensation. No one could kiss like Heathcliff. "Have you kissed anyone else here? On your other dates?"
"Never," he told me, voice fervent. "You know there's only you in my sights. You know this was all for you."
My fingers curled against his damp chest as he dragged me closer. "Then...why date the others?"
"To make you jealous," he murmured, and his lips just barely brushed over mine in the barest whisper of kisses.
"That was a dick move," I whispered back.
"It was, but I was running out of moves. All I had left were the dick ones."
I licked my lips, and I could taste him on me. Oh, and it brought back a wealth of memories, all of them dirty and pleasure filled. A moan caught in my throat, and I put my hands on his shoulders, then slid them around to the back of his neck. "So...what other moves do you have left in your arsenal?"
"Right now I'm contemplating kissing you ruthlessly until you agree to take off that see-through bikini because it's driving me insane." His gaze remained focused on my mouth, as if it were the center of his universe.
I gasped, shocked at his words. My bikini was see-through? Sure enough, when I looked down, I could see the hard, dark points of my nipples through the pale wet mesh, and the triangle between my legs was acutely outlined. "I don't think this was meant to get wet," I pointed out to him.
"Then take it off," he said lightly, and leaned in and took my lower lip into his mouth and began to suck on it.
A jolt of pleasure rocketed through my body. I didn't move, entranced as he continued to suck gently on my lower lip. He finally released it and looked up at me, his silver eyes molten with heat. "You taste as sweet as I remembered."
I threw my arms around him and pressed my mouth to his, unable to hold back any longer. Screw this whole 'no second chances' thing. That got me nothing but an aching heart and constant dreams of what might have been. This time, I was going to live in the present. And so I kissed Heathcliff with all the hungry, pent-up passion I felt.
He groaned against me and his hand clenched in my tightly-bound hair, his other skimming down my back. Our mouths locked and we kissed madly, tongues thrusting against one another as we licked and nibbled on each other, fiercely reclaiming what we'd lost years ago. His hand clenched on my ass and dragged me against him...
And I realized he wasn't wearing anything in the hot tub.
Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away from his, panting. "Um...did you forget something?"
His eyes were sleepy with desire as he pulled my mouth back down to his. "Forgot how damn good you taste."
With a moan, I succumbed and forgot all about the fact that he was naked. I didn't care. I slid over him in the water and pressed my breasts against his hard chest as we continued to kiss, soft, slow, languid, teasing kisses that were all about relearning the other person as much as they were about heat and passion. And if he was naked and his cock was pressing against my bare belly, and the patch of my bikini bottom the only scrap that stood between us and full body contact? I didn't care. My entire world existed of
My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't look away from his intense gaze. Slowly, I downed the rest of my drink and then set the empty glass on the lip of the hot tub.
Heathcliff put his aside, and moved even closer to me. At this point, he was so close that his shoulder brushed against mine, and if it was possible, he felt more scorching hot than the water did. His gaze was still fixed on my face, his focus moving to my parted lips. His hand went to the back of my neck, and he trailed little drops of water down my skin as he pulled me closer. "I'm going to kiss you in this tub, Juno," he whispered. "And if you don't want me to, you'd better speak up soon, because I'm having a hard time looking away from that beautiful, lush mouth of yours."
My entire body trembled at his words. Oh god, I remembered kissing him and being lost in the sensation. No one could kiss like Heathcliff. "Have you kissed anyone else here? On your other dates?"
"Never," he told me, voice fervent. "You know there's only you in my sights. You know this was all for you."
My fingers curled against his damp chest as he dragged me closer. "Then...why date the others?"
"To make you jealous," he murmured, and his lips just barely brushed over mine in the barest whisper of kisses.
"That was a dick move," I whispered back.
"It was, but I was running out of moves. All I had left were the dick ones."
I licked my lips, and I could taste him on me. Oh, and it brought back a wealth of memories, all of them dirty and pleasure filled. A moan caught in my throat, and I put my hands on his shoulders, then slid them around to the back of his neck. "So...what other moves do you have left in your arsenal?"
"Right now I'm contemplating kissing you ruthlessly until you agree to take off that see-through bikini because it's driving me insane." His gaze remained focused on my mouth, as if it were the center of his universe.
I gasped, shocked at his words. My bikini was see-through? Sure enough, when I looked down, I could see the hard, dark points of my nipples through the pale wet mesh, and the triangle between my legs was acutely outlined. "I don't think this was meant to get wet," I pointed out to him.
"Then take it off," he said lightly, and leaned in and took my lower lip into his mouth and began to suck on it.
A jolt of pleasure rocketed through my body. I didn't move, entranced as he continued to suck gently on my lower lip. He finally released it and looked up at me, his silver eyes molten with heat. "You taste as sweet as I remembered."
I threw my arms around him and pressed my mouth to his, unable to hold back any longer. Screw this whole 'no second chances' thing. That got me nothing but an aching heart and constant dreams of what might have been. This time, I was going to live in the present. And so I kissed Heathcliff with all the hungry, pent-up passion I felt.
He groaned against me and his hand clenched in my tightly-bound hair, his other skimming down my back. Our mouths locked and we kissed madly, tongues thrusting against one another as we licked and nibbled on each other, fiercely reclaiming what we'd lost years ago. His hand clenched on my ass and dragged me against him...
And I realized he wasn't wearing anything in the hot tub.
Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away from his, panting. "Um...did you forget something?"
His eyes were sleepy with desire as he pulled my mouth back down to his. "Forgot how damn good you taste."
With a moan, I succumbed and forgot all about the fact that he was naked. I didn't care. I slid over him in the water and pressed my breasts against his hard chest as we continued to kiss, soft, slow, languid, teasing kisses that were all about relearning the other person as much as they were about heat and passion. And if he was naked and his cock was pressing against my bare belly, and the patch of my bikini bottom the only scrap that stood between us and full body contact? I didn't care. My entire world existed of
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