Summer Fling (18 page)

“I thought you might.”

“You terrible tease.”

She smiled, enjoying herself.

In the background, something squeaked, and
she remembered that the bed had made that sound when she climbed onto it. “Are
you on the bed?”

“Yeah. It’s warm in here—I think I’ll put
the fan on.” The bed squeaked again when he rolled over, and the dial clicked
as he turned it. “That’s better.”

She imagined the fan turning slowly in the
ceiling, the rays of the sun casting yellow oblongs across the bed. “You have a
lovely house.”

“Thank you. It’s quiet without you.”

She didn’t reply, but she trailed patterns
in the water, smiling.

“Tell me, do your breasts float?”

“Garth…”

“What? I’m interested.”

She lifted her head and looked at them
before lying back again. “Yes.”

“Okay, I’m coming over.”

She laughed. “I don’t know what men find so
fascinating about boobs.”

“Me neither. Describe them to me, and I’ll
think about it.”

She gave in. “Okay. Well as you know,
generally I have a bit of a tan, but you can see where I’ve worn my bikini
top—there are white triangles over my breasts, not quite covering the whole of
them.”

“Mm. I remember that top. The way there
didn’t seem to be enough material to hold them in. You have a very generous
chest.”

“Well thank you. They’re half in the hot
water now, shiny and pink.”

“And the nipples?” His voice had turned low
and sultry.

She looked down. How come he could turn her
on from miles away? “They’re dark pink.”

“Tight or swollen?”

Her heart pounded. “The hot water makes
them swell.”

“How do they feel?”

She closed her eyes. She couldn’t do
this—touch herself and talk about it. Could she? She ran her left hand up her
body, silky under the water, to her breasts, and brushed her thumb over her
right nipple. She swallowed. “They’re very soft. But the tip’s hardening.”

“Okay, I’m touching myself now. Just so you
know.”

She giggled. Pleasure swept through her at
the thought that she was turning him on too. “What are you doing?” She
continued to play with her nipple, aroused at the thought of him playing with
himself.

“Well, I’ve unzipped my pants—”

“What are you wearing?”

“Khaki combat shorts.”

“Mm. Nice. What have you got on
underneath?”

“Nothing.” He sounded amused.

“Ah, so, now you’ve unzipped…”

“Yeah. Not a lot left to the imagination.
And I was very careful with the zip.”

“Tell me more.” She moved in the water,
enjoying the sensual swirl of it on her skin and over her breasts.

“Well, the old boy’s waking up, feeling
interested now he knows what you’re up to.”

“Are you stroking yourself?” She let the
water skim over her nipples.

“Yes. Do you mind?”

“No.” She moistened her lips and rested her
head back.

“Tell me about your nipples again.” He
sighed, and she could imagine him lying on his bed, arousing himself with long,
slow strokes, the sun warm through the high window.

“They feel very sensitive,” she said. “I
think it’s the heat.”

“Squeeze them for me. Tell me what
happens.”

Her cheeks warmed, but she did as he’d
instructed and took one between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently.
“Mm.” She stretched the soft peak, sighing. “Oh, it’s tightening. Going hard.
God, Garth, I wish you were here to cover them with your mouth.”

“Oh yeah. I’d suck them. First one, then
the other. Soft at first, and then harder.”

She closed her eyes. “Oh...”

“Touch the other one. Make them both hard.”

She crossed her hand over her body,
enjoying the erotic feel of the water over the sensitive tips. “I can’t believe
I’m doing this. I hope no one’s listening in.”

“If they are, I hope they’re enjoying it as
much as I am.” His words gave her a vision of him lying there in his shorts,
his erection in his hand, arousing himself, which was so erotic that she let
out a long sigh. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

“My nipples are hard. It
feels...mmm...sexy...they’re just at the water line, and it laps at them. A bit
like your tongue.”

“Oh Christ, what are you trying to do to
me?”

“What, you deal it, but you can’t take it?”
A wave of naughtiness shot through her. “I bet I can make you come before you
can make me.”

He gave a deep, sexy chuckle. “That’s the
type of bet I like to take. You’re on. Now, move your hand. Slide it down your
body into the water. Tell me what it feels like.”

Her breaths came quickly. Was she really
being so decadent? She should stop, say goodbye, hang up the phone.

The devil just smiled.

She sighed. “My skin’s really silky. There
are lots of bubbles in the bath, so you can’t quite see the rest of my body,
just glimpses of skin shining through the water.”

“Nice. Now move down to your stomach. I
like the way it quivers when I run my fingers over it.”

“Okay. I’m stroking the skin. It is quite
sensitive there.”

“Not as sensitive as where you’re going.
Move your fingers down into your hair.”

She did, still not believing she was
actually doing this.

“Are you doing as you’re told?”

“You’re being very bossy.” She threaded her
fingers through her pubic hair, soft in the water.

“Yep,” he agreed. “Are you doing it?”

“Yes.”

“Now. Slowly. Slide your middle finger
between your legs.”

Chloe’s face scorched with embarrassment,
but she was so turned on, she couldn’t have stopped for the world. She moved
her hand down and did as he’d instructed, slipping her finger into her warm
folds.

“How does it feel?”

“Swollen. Slippery. That’s what you do to
me, Garth.”

“Good.” He spoke firmly, pleasure in his
voice. “Now stroke yourself. Nice, slow strokes through that beautiful, soft
skin.”

“I will if you will.”

“Oh…you don’t have to worry about that.
There’s no way I’m going anywhere with an erection like this.”

“Are you hard?” She quivered at the thought
of him arousing himself while he pictured her.

“I could hammer nails in with this
hard-on,” he grunted.

She closed her eyes. “God, you are so sexy.
Tell me what you’re doing.”

He sighed. “Stroking myself.”

“Fast or slow?”

“Slow. Getting faster though, every time
you talk dirty to me.”

He liked her telling him what she was
doing. She wanted to say something erotic, to tease him, but she’d never done
anything like this before. Part of her worried she might say the wrong thing,
and he’d laugh. She circled her finger over her sensitive skin, opening her
legs more, shifting in the water. “What are you thinking about?”

“You lying there naked, with your beautiful
breasts floating. I can hear you moving in the water. I’m imagining lifting you
out and carrying you to the bed, still dripping. I’m desperate to go down on
you again, Chloe.”

Her lips parted with an erotic sigh. “Oh…”

“If I were there now, I’d spread your legs
wide and bury my mouth in you. I want to taste you, plunge my tongue inside
you, suck you until you come.”

“Oh Jeez, Garth…” She hooked one leg over
the side of the bath to give herself better access, gasping as the warm water
teased her entrance and stroked the sensitive skin.

He groaned. “What are you doing?” She told
him, and his voice went even deeper and huskier, if that was possible. “Slide a
finger inside yourself.”

“You’re so wicked.” She did as he told her,
the hot water swirling around her hand.

“How does it feel?”

“Tight when I clench my muscles, like what
happens when you’re inside me.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You.” She pictured him standing in front
of her, naked, imagined sinking to her knees before him. She wanted to turn him
on as much as he was turning her on. He wouldn’t laugh—he wasn’t Ethan. She had
to trust him.

She plucked up the courage and took a
breath. “I’m thinking what it would feel like to take you in my mouth.”

He grunted deeply. “Tell me what you’d do.”

“I’d reveal the tip, and then I’d lick you
from base to top.” Her fingers moved more quickly, encouraged by his low sighs
of pleasure. “And then I’d take you into my mouth, and started licking and
sucking, filling my mouth with the taste of you.”

“You’re driving me insane.”

Her heart hammered. “I haven’t finished
yet.” She slid two fingers inside herself, bringing more slippery fluid up to
help her fingers glide. She was close to coming, and she wanted him to come
with her. “I’d close my mouth over you and suck you. I’d take you deeper and
deeper inside my mouth—unbelievably deep…”

“Chloe…”

She was getting carried away by the image
of pleasuring him with her mouth now. “I’d let you thrust inside my mouth,
deeper each time, my lips and tongue around you, driving you closer to the
edge, holding your hips as you pushed inside. Your hands would be in my hair,
guiding my head, pulling me closer, until you were impossibly deep. And I’d
suck until you exploded, and then I’d swallow it down…”

His breathing, like hers, was ragged and
fast now. “Christ, Chloe, I want you so badly. Next time I’m going to throw you
onto the bed and pin you down, and torture you with my hands and mouth until
you beg me to take you.”

Her internal muscles tightened. “Garth…”

“I’m not going to give in, not until you’re
almost crying with desperation, throbbing everywhere for me. And then I’m going
to hold you down, spread your legs and plunge into you, hard and fast, until
your orgasm takes you, so intense it makes you scream…”

Her climax radiated out from her in a
whoosh, and she gave little gasps as her muscles pulsed exquisitely beneath her
fingers, the water sloshing about her as her body jerked in response. She was
vaguely aware of Garth’s deep groan on the other end of the phone, and his
harsh breathing, peaking, then gradually slowing as hers slowed too, her
muscles relaxing. They exchanged breaths for a few moments as they drifted back
to earth.

Garth spoke first. “Fuck.”

She laughed, in spite of the fact that she
felt embarrassed about what she’d done. And said. Oh God, the things she’d
said.

“I need a tissue,” he said wryly. “Don’t go
anywhere.”

“Okay.” She sat up in the lukewarm water as
she waited and touched the back of her hand to her face, trying to cool her
cheeks. What should she say? How could she possibly follow that?

In seconds he was back, sighing, the bed
creaking as he stretched out again. “Hey.” His voice rang with amusement.

“Hey.” She moved some of the bubbles around
with her hand. “I hope Orion was facing the other way. You’re going to corrupt
the poor dog.”

He laughed. “He’s a fella—he knows what
torture you women put us through. But don’t worry, he was on the floor.”

She smoothed the water over her knees. “I
can’t believe we just did that.”

“Me neither.” He sounded cheerful. “I’ve
never done that before.”

“Mm.”

“Nice though.”

“Yes.”

“Chloe?”

“Mm?”

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

Her lips curved. “You too.” She swooshed
her hand in the water. She was turning into a prune. “I’ve got to get out—the
water’s nearly cold.”

“All right sweetheart. Look, what are you
doing tomorrow, are you working?”

“I have a meeting at a suppliers in Kaitaia
at two. I won’t go back to work afterwards, so I’ll probably be home by four or
five.”

“You want to go out for an early dinner?”

She hesitated. Her mother flitted through
her mind, but she pushed the thought away. “Okay.”

“Cool. I’ll pick you up at six?

“Sure.”

“See you then. Bye.”

“Bye.” She hung up.

She got out of the bath and dried herself,
pulled on her bathrobe and went and lay on her bed. Her body felt warm,
glowing, and relaxed, but her mind raced.

So much for going slow with Garth. This was
precisely the opposite of what she’d planned to do. Why did he completely erase
all her self-control? Tomorrow, they’d have dinner and that would be it. She’d
go home and go to bed alone. Mind over heart, she scolded herself. Brain over
body. Because if she let her heart rule her head, she was going to be in deep
trouble.