Her eyes are wide and I’m grinning as we stare at each other. “That was a close one,” I tell her, laughing. I almost expect her to come to her senses and tell me to stop, but she surprises me.

“Don’t stop. Just…don’t stop.”

Who am I to deny a woman her pleasure? Keeping my arms beneath her to help support her back so she doesn’t accidentally drown, I close my lips over her clit once again and suck. With the added security, Vista’s cries grow louder, echoing through the forest. With her arms splayed out and her legs wrapped around me, there isn’t much she can do besides lay back and take what I have to give her, and that’s exactly how I like it. I have total control over her body, and judging by the looks of it, she’s enjoying it, too.

When I feel her muscles begin to tense and her shouts of pleasure suddenly cut off, I look up to make sure she’s still with me. Her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth is frozen open in a silent scream. Knowing she’s about to go over the edge, I flick my tongue over her clit like a man possessed until I feel the contractions against my tongue. Then, before she has a chance to ride out her orgasm, I surge up and drop her hips back into the water, pulling her down onto my cock.

This time, Vista’s scream of shocked pleasure can’t be contained. I thrust deep, dropping my chin to my chest with a pained groan at how tight she is around me. I was right. She’s like a fist around my cock. It’s just as good as I remember which makes me fucking ecstatic. If she’s still tight as a virgin, then she can’t have been with too many men. My Neanderthal mind has been agonizing over the thought of other men being where I’ve been for longer than I’d like to admit, so knowing the numbers are low gives me back a shred of sanity I wasn’t sure I’d ever get back.

“Shit, I—” I choke on my words, so overcome by the tide rising inside of me I’m unable form coherent sentences. “Vista!” White lightning shoots down my spine as I begin to come. Vista’s inner walls hug me as her muscles continue to contract, sucking at me like a vacuum. Just as I begin to spill inside her, a tiny ray of sanity works its way inside my brain and I pull out at the last second.

Ice cold water floods my shaft. Any other time, it would have shriveled to half its size, but I’m already burning. I shoot my load onto Vista’s chest and stomach, shouting and gasping her name as it just. Keeps. Going.

When it finally ends, it takes several minutes to catch my breath, and when I look up, Vista’s watching me. Her nails are imbedded in my forearms and a shy smile turns the corners of her mouth up, and she looks so unbelievably perfect that I can’t resist.

With arms still vibrating from the power of my release, I pull her up. The water washes away the evidence of our union as I bring her up against my chest and kiss her.

11

The motorcycle engine was so loud that we didn’t speak a word to each other on the way home. I prefer it that way because what Levi and I did was a huge mistake. I can’t even begin to justify it to myself. I know what I did was wrong. It never should have happened. All I can do is blame it on a moment of weakness.

Levi is my kryptonite. I’ve never shown good judgment where he was involved and I guess the saying that history repeats itself holds true here. Levi all but said that hooking up with each other was something he wanted and, perhaps now, expects to continue for the duration of my stay here.

That just can’t happen. Aside from the emotional hit I’ve put myself at risk for, I can only imagine how many hundreds of ways this would spell disaster. Maybe not for Levi, the stunningly sexy and ultra-charming bad boy rich kid, but for me? The average girl whose mom married the rich guy? The press would drag my name through the mud and ruin me and any hope I have of a career in the medical field before I set foot off the elevator in the morning.

The reality of this situation is simple: Levi and I can never happen again.

The knock on my bedroom door after arriving back at the penthouse isn’t surprising. The second we walked off the elevator, I made a beeline for the sanctuary of my room. Frankly, I’m surprised it took him this long.

“What is it?”

“Housekeeping.”

I roll my eyes and almost smile at the blatantly fake Spanish accent of an obviously male female. “Worst impression ever!” I shout “Now go away.”

I resume typing on my phone. Since the pond was a bust—no pun intended—I’ll have to find another option to include in Levi’s rehabilitation. Ideally, I’d like to work some type of water routine in to keep it fresh. So far, the only place I can come up with is the gym, and for someone like Levi, who seems to need a constant change in scenery to keep him entertained, I don’t know how effective that would be over the long-term. Plus, it obviously needs to be someplace public so we can avoid a repeat of today.

“Aw, come on. I thought it was pretty good.” Levi’s voice filters through the closed door. The sound of it instantly carries me back to his hiding spot and what we did there together.

I can’t believe I let myself have sex with him again. It’s so wrong, and yet, I can’t stop replaying it in my head. Every detail is burned in my memory and is now standing side-by-side with the one forged when I was a teenager. Instead of burning away the humiliation and hurt feelings, I’ve added more wood to the fire.

“Are you going to let me in or what?”

“Or what,” I toss back. I meant for the dismissal to be mean spirited enough that he’d get the picture and go away. Instead, it comes out on a laugh that completely destroys the gravity of the moment.

“Okay, I’m coming in.” I jerk my head up when the door whips open and he steps into the room. I know I locked that door. As if he hears my thought, Levi lifts his hand and in it I see a set of keys. “No door or window or walls or barriers can keep me away. I’ve come to rescue you, princess!” he shouts heroically.

A grin coupled with laughter bursts free. “Get out of my room, you dope!”

Crossing the floor, Levi drops onto his stomach beside me, making the bed bounce. The sheer volume of energy pouring off him is astounding. He’s practically vibrating with it. “What are you doing?”

I give my phone a shake. “Surfing the web.”

“Porn?”

“No!” Jabbing my elbow into his arm, I turn off my phone and push myself up to a sitting position. “I was looking for a pool or beach or something nearby where we can practice some of your exercises. Something public,” I say firmly. The last venture into the water ended up not going as planned. At all.

“There’s a pool at the gym.”

“It’s too...” I search for the right words.

“Stuffy? I agree. And the chlorine will ruin my highlights.”

“You don’t have highlights. Wait, do you?” I frown, studying his hair.

“Of course not,” he scoffs. “I’m naturally beautiful. But if I did, they would be ruined.” Rolling onto his back, Levi laces his fingers behind his head, causing his shirt to untuck from his waistband. My gaze immediately catches on the sliver of exposed skin and a small sweat breaks out under my arms as my heartbeat picks up.

“What about the pool downstairs? It’s new. Big. Nice if you’re into that sort of thing. Hey, are you eye fucking me?”

Jerking my eyes up to his, I find Levi staring at me. Oh my God. Where is a rock when you need one? Maybe if I pretend that I’m not completely humiliated, then he’ll let it drop. Clearing my throat I tell him, “The pool will work. And it’s close, so we won’t have to travel anywhere.”

“We don’t even have to get dressed if we don’t want to,” Levi suggests. “If it’s late enough, we’ll have the place to ourselves and can go skinny dipping.”

“Um, no. That defeats the purpose of using the pool.”