Trusting You by L. P. Dover, Melissa Ringsted, Eden Crane

stared, licking his lips while a slight moan escaped his throat. “You know, I just realized something,” he remarked huskily. “I love the way your mouth moves when you eat.” Just wait till you feel the way my mouth moves over your cock. The thought crossed my mind and I couldn’t help but drop my fork and laugh.
    Curious and narrowing his eyes, he retorted, “Enlighten me, Melissa? What were you just thinking?” I’m thinking about how good you’re going to taste , I thought to myself.
    Smirking, I waved him off. “Oh, you’ll find that out later.”
    When I didn’t elaborate, he stabbed a bundle of eggs with his fork. “Okay, I see how you want to be. Just know that two can play at that game.”
    Rolling my eyes, I finished my breakfast and carried my plate to the kitchen, putting it in the sink. “So what do you want to do today? I have a pool. We can always go swimming,” I suggested hopefully. The sun was out and it was a glorious Sunday morning. The only thing I needed to do was work on lesson plans for the week, but I could get that done in about an hour.
    Brett joined me in the kitchen and washed off his plate before putting it in the dishwasher with mine. “That sounds good. We can do that this morning, and this afternoon you can go somewhere with me.”
    “Where?” I asked, smiling.
    “You’ll see,” he replied. “I have somewhere I have to go and I want you to come with me. It may give you some insight on who I really am. I know you’re curious to know all about me.”
    I was intrigued.
    Pulling me away from the sink, Brett took my hands and held my arms out away from my body. “Okay, I think the clothes need to go before we get in the pool,” he insisted.
    I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Yeah, I know that. I need to go put my bathing suit on.”
    Brett pulled me to him and held me tight against his body, which was coming to life that very next second. “I think you misunderstand,” he growled in my ear. “I want you naked in the pool. No bathing suit … just you.”
    My neighbors didn’t live too close, and I had a privacy fence, but it still made me nervous. “Are you sure that’s wise?” I asked. “What if my neighbors see?”
    Brett slid my shorts down my legs and captured my underwear along with them, taking them to the floor. Holding onto his shoulders, I lifted my feet so my shorts could finally be free. On his knees on the floor, Brett slid his hands up my thighs and gazed up at me, biting his lip. “Your neighbors aren’t going to see a damn thing. I went out there this morning and took a look around. Your backyard is pretty well hidden.”
    I shook my head and chuckled. “So you knew what you wanted to do this morning,” I said as a statement and not a question.
    His wolfish grin was answer enough.
     



Eight
     
     
    Before running outside to the pool, we made a bet: the last one in had to clean the dishes from breakfast. I won, which didn’t make Brett too happy. Laughing, I splashed him with water and rubbed it in. “I told you I would win, but you didn’t listen.”
    “That’s okay,” he countered mischievously. “Since you obviously cheated and threw a chair in my way, I say that we need to make a deal.”
    Swimming up to the steps, I sat down and crossed my arms over my bare chest. “What kind of deal? I can’t help it if the chair tipped over when I ran past it. That was your fault for tripping over it.”
    He scowled and stalked closer, his gaze turning predatory. For a man to be so playful at times, he sure had a dangerous streak that made every single ounce of flesh on my body ache to be touched by him. His tanned, wet skin gleamed in the sunlight and my breath halted in my lungs. I knew what kind of deal he was going to offer me, but should I accept? He took it easy on me last time by showing affection; this time it would be primal, animalistic.
    When Brett got closer, he grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me to him. My head almost went