“I’d love to go in the hot tub.”
Hell yeah! “There’s a bag in the kitchen, on the island. Juliette told me to tell you there’s a note in there that you should read first.”
I hurried inside to change and grab towels, then waited on the deck for her. Jenna was gone for longer than I expected, but it was worth every second when she reappeared in the doorway looking like a fucking vision. A pale pink bikini crisscrossed her chest, showing off her perfect tits and practically every inch of her soft skin, and damn, my hands itched to touch her. My heart was ready to beat out of my chest, and my cock was trying his best to break free too. “Firefly, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured.
It took longer than it should have for some blood to flow back up to my brain before I realized she hadn’t moved yet—unless you counted her eyes getting impossibly bigger. Shit. “If you aren’t comfortable in that, I’ll drive you back home to get your own bathing suit. I’m sorry. I thought Juliette would get something more your style.”
Jenna blinked, steadying herself. “It’s okay. She did. There were two bathing suits. This and a one-piece. Her note said to remember what I’d told her, and if I could, wear the bikini. If I wasn’t ready, wear the one-piece and save the bikini for another day. And then she said I’d look hot either way.”
“She was right. You’re hot no matter what you wear. What did you tell her?”
“That I really like you, and I trust you, and I want more with you.”
I closed the distance between us and speared my hands into her hair, holding her in place a safe distance from me and my raging boner, and I poured every emotion into kissing her. I pulled away just enough to nibble her bottom lip and whisper against her mouth, “I like you a whole lot too, Firefly.” I kissed her again. “Your trust means everything to me.” Another kiss. “And I’ll give you everything you want, but that starts with youbeing comfortable.” I pulled back further so I could meet her eyes. “Are you comfortable in this?”
She nodded, and it wasn’t the most convincing, but part of reclaiming her bodily autonomy was making decisions without being questioned.
“Come on then, let's get into the hot tub.” I had a mission for the night. Make her feel so good, so comfortable, so sexy, that she truly would feel good in that bikini. I took her hand and led her to the hot tub.
She moaned as she stepped into the hot water, and I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but lo and behold, it did. I quickly stepped in behind her, hiding my erection beneath the bubbles before she sat and came eye to eye with it. I sat next to her, keeping my gaze firmly on her beautiful face and not on the water lapping at her tits.
She clearly did not have the same compunction. Her ocean blue eyes turned dark and stormy as they roamed my chest and tattoos. I counted the stars in the sky, trying to calm myself. To let her look her fill and get comfortable with me. To think of any reasonable topic of conversation other than how sexy she was.
Jenna laughed nervously. “I didn’t wear this so you wouldn’t look at me.”
I trailed my fingers down her arm, watching goosebumps pop up, even in the hot water. “No pressure, Firefly. Ever. Not even when you’re wearing a sexy-as-fuck bikini in what’s arguably one of the most romantic settings there is. I’m thrilled just to be here with you.”
“Your…uh…your penis did look pretty thrilled about it.”
Mypeniswas not at all thrilled with that. Penis was a word a young girl would use, one who was thinking about penises long before she should have.
“Don’t call it a penis,” I growled. “I’m guessing that’s how you thought of his, right?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer. Ididn’t want her to think of his fuckingpenisany more than she already was. “Mine is nothing like his. You can call it a cock or dick, or freaking call it my rod or member or manhood, anything other than the same as his.”
She giggled. “I’m not calling it some cheesy name from a bad romance novel. What do you call it?”
“Cock.”
“Cock.” She tried out the word. “Your cock looks pretty excited about this.”
Fuck, she looked sexy saying cock, and mine was damn excited. “It is. But there’s still no pressure.”
“What if I feel pressure?”
Guilt pierced through me. “You do? No, Firefly, I’m so sorry!”
“Not from you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “From me. My body. I keep thinking about you and feeling things. Things I’ve never felt before.”
I was an idiot. I was taking my time, and she was left waiting and wanting on her own. She’d said similar things before, but not like this. I held her face, and she met my gaze, her eyes calm and confident. Needy. Ready. Blood surged through my veins. “Yeah, Firefly? You want to try some things tonight? You want me to make you feel good?”
She nodded and smiled, but then she looked into the water in the direction of my cock. Bubbles covered the surface, so I knew she couldn’t see anything, which was probably good, the way my cock was straining toward her, harder than it had ever been, but still, doubt crept into her expression.
“Nope, this has nothing to do with him tonight. It’s all about you.”
Her eyes jumped to mine, panic flaring. “I, uh…I thought we’d have sex.”
That was a hard no. Not when she was still so nervous. “I have an idea for something to try that doesn’t involve touching you with my hands or my cock.”
She tilted her head, her expression not quite panicked, but not exactly eager either. “I’m listening?”