Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 by Cynthia D’Alba Page B

dinner. How ’bout you?”
    Before she could get her feet clear of the water, he grabbed her hips and lifted her back into the pool. He jerked her against him. She squeaked and struggled to get away, her laughter loud. Okay, she wasn’t trying that hard to get away.
    He nibbled behind her ear, sending a platoon of marching shivers through her system. “Uh-uh,” he said in a husky whisper in her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
    He turned her until her back was crushed to his front. His rock-hard cock pushed between the cheeks of her ass. He slid it up and down the crack. He reached around to her front and slipped a hand between her legs. The muscles in her neck gave out and she let her head drop on her shoulder. She spread her thighs farther apart, giving him access to her core. He pushed a finger between her vulva lips and into her vagina. She shuddered and slid her feet farther apart, widening her stance for him.
    He bit the thick tendon in her neck and then ran his tongue from behind her ear, down that tendon to her shoulder. He slid his finger deeper. She cocked her ass and rocked her hips in time to the movement of his finger. A second finger joined the first and he shoved them deep inside.
    She moaned, unable to keep the desperation out of her tone. She needed to be fucked…long and hard. She fought to find her voice, to verbalize her needs.
    When a third finger probed her vagina, she took a shuddered breath. “Fuck me,” she gasped out. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
    His hand stilled. She felt his lips on her neck as they curved into a smile. Damn him. He knew what he was doing to her.
    “I did agree to your terms, didn’t I? You bring a condom to the pool?”
    She pounded her head against his shoulder. “No.”
    “Where are those two cases you packed?”
    She chuckled. “I might have exaggerated the exact count.”
    He separated from her. “I’ll meet you in the whirlpool,” he said, indicating the smaller pool of water to their left.
    Water swirled around her as he walked passed and headed up the stairs. She stayed put, letting her eyes feast on his tight butt and wide, muscular shoulders. Honestly, she had to lick her lips for all the saliva she was producing just looking at him. But she did have to smile at how lily-white his ass was compared to the deep tan on those yummy legs and strong back.
    And his feet. They were so big and cute.
    Cute? She had to be totally insane if she was assessing his feet.
    Bending her knees, she dunked underwater, hoping the wetness would cool her off…her body, her face and her libido. Damn. Her sex drive was taking over every thought in her head.
    “You still in the pool?” Drake called from the bedroom.
    “Moving.”
    She hurried through the water, which was very much as she imagined walking through quicksand would be. Before she climbed out, she arched her neck to see if anyone from the beach was looking their way. Nope. Nobody looked their way or cared what was happening on their patio.
    The scratchy non-skid strips on the steps scuffed the bottoms on her feet as she climbed out. The sun had baked the stones comprising the patio floor to about a million degrees. She hot-footed it to the whirlpool and looked for the on button. After locating and pushing it with her big toe, she slipped into the swirling water. She’d expected the water to be hot. It wasn’t, but it wasn’t cold either. Like the pool, the sun had heated the water to a tepid temperature that felt perfect.
    “Hot? The website said there was a heater if we wanted one. Otherwise, the water would be cool, or at whatever temperature the sun heated it to.”
    “Actually the water’s perfect.” She moved in front of one of the jets and let it pound on her lower back. He dropped a strip of four condoms on the tile beside the whirlpool. She looked at the strip and back at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Found a seventeen-year-old to join us?”
    He climbed into the whirlpool, the smile