“Give me a minute,” I said.
I went inside and changed into swim trunks. Stood in my bedroom for a second, gripping the dresser, trying to talk myself into being a decent human being.
It didn’t work.
I went back outside.
She watched me cross the deck. Watched me pull off my t-shirt. Watched me climb into the hot tub across from her.
The water was hot. Almost too hot. But I barely felt it. I was too busy feeling everything else.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi.”
We sat there, six feet of water between us. Steam rose around us. The sun starting to drop behind the mountains.
“This is dangerous,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
She held my eyes. Bit her lip again.
“Rule number thirty-nine,” she said quietly. “When a man’s hot tub is dangerous, get out before you drown.”
“Those your momma’s rules or yours?”
“Mine.”
“Tell me, Roxie, are those brand new rules?”
“Yes. I’ve never been in a hot tub before.”
“Good. I like being your first.” Her face flushed. Seeing the expression on her face and the reaction of her body, I was pretty sure her experience was limited. Mine wasn’t. And I planned on putting everything I’d learned about a woman’s body to good use.
Rule #1: What you find, you keep.
I’d found her. Pure dumb luck or fate or whatever. A wedding had clogged up every hotel in town, and her car had given out at exactly the right mile marker, and now she was in my hot tub in a soaking wet white t-shirt.
I wasn’t letting her go.
“Come here,” I said.
She moved through the water slowly, like she was savoring the moment. The t-shirt floated around her and clung to her curves in turns.
When she reached me, I caught her hips.
“Bridger—”
I tugged, and she got the message. Climbed into my lap, knees on either side of my hips, hands braced on my shoulders. I groaned as her wet heat settled against me. My cock was so hard it ached, pressing into her and I didn’t care if she knew it. I wanted her to know it.
The water buoyed her up, making her feel deliciously heavy and yielding in my lap all at the same time. Her full thighs framed my hips perfectly, her plush ass sinking right against my length. Every instinct I had to be a gentleman dissolved in the steam. I didn’t want a slim, delicate city girl. I wanted this woman.