With our foreheads touching, his lips grazed mine tantalizingly. His hot breath fanned my face, warming my skin and filling my senses with his scent-a subtle blend of cologne and raw masculinity.
I noticed his inner struggles resurfacing again, just like the last time he kissed me. His constant repulsion is really pissing me off.
“Sarah…” he whispered, his voice husky and low, vibrating through my entire being. “We shouldn’t…” His words trailed off, leaving unsaid thoughts hanging in the air.
“Shush, Mr. Clinton… don’t start.” I whispered back, cutting him off. “You promised not to hold back anymore,” my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
He didn’t respond immediately; instead, he pushed me back against the edge of the pool, his chest pressed against mine, the warmth radiating from his body enveloping me.
“You’re a temptation, Sarah… a sweet and treacherous one.” He whispered, his lips still hovering over mine as his hand slithered down, tracing every line of my spine.
My back arched involuntarily, my bosom slamming against his chest as a wave of excitement surged through my body. “Then don’t resist; just yield…” I urged, my grip on his hair tightening as my fingers tangled in the strands of his hair.
“You don’t really care about the implications of this relationship…” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair, his other hand crawling to my waist. “You don’t care about what might happen when your father finds out.”
My toes curled underneath the water, my breath hitching. “I don’t really care, not one bit.” I replied, my eyes fluttering closed as I leaned closer, brushing my lips against his.
“Sarah, I’m not afraid of what he would think…” he said over my lips, his breathing ragged. “I’m afraid of how he would react to all of this… perhaps taking you away when I finally learn to love again.”
“Don’t worry about that; when the time comes, we will figure it out together…” I assured him, and immediately, our lips collided as our bodies moved in sync to the passionate and compromising position we were in.
Wrapping my legs around his thighs, I felt his bulge pressed against me. My body flinched, and my butt bumped against the edge of the pool.
As the kiss deepened, his tongue explored every contour of my mouth, digging his fingers into my waist and slowly sliding down to my thigh.
His warm fingers left trails of goosebumps all over me, cooled by the coldness from the water seeping into my skin.
I moaned, kissing him back with equal fervor, savoring his mouth while gripping his neck, pushing myself against him.
Our lips parted, and we were left breathless. While we caught our breath, his eyes locked on mine. We stared at each other in silence, only the sound of the gentle lapping of water against the pool edge.
I could sense his restraint; still, his eyes were blazing with desire, but he was holding back again… I could only hope that within these few months, he would let go of his fears and surrender to the passion between us. I could see the war raging within him; he was still being torn between desire and the freaking loyalty to his friend, and it’s really annoying.
“You’re killing me, Sarah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
I smiled softly, my eyes locked on his. “You’re killing yourself,” I replied, my voice gentle.
His gaze intensified, and for a moment, I thought he’d crack. But he looked away, breaking the spell.
“If you could just let go, it would be easier,” I added, cupping his face, my thumbs tracing his jaw, feeling the tension melt away from his expression. “Everything-let go of them. The guilt, the loyalty-just let go and be with me… I have always wanted this for so long. Don’t leave me heartbroken again.”
“I wish it was that simple,” he said, his voice laced with regret.
I leaned in, my lips grazing his ear. “It can be.”
He smiled gently, planting a kiss on my neck before grasping my waist and lifting me out of the pool. Water cascaded down my body, droplets glistening on my skin as he set me on the edge.
“To be honest, Sarah, you’re chipping away the walls I’ve built,” he whispered, making me lie flat on the tile floor, his hands tracing the curves of my body. “Making me feel things I thought I had long lost.”
“I’m glad I could finally melt the ice you have in there.” I purred, stroking my finger on his bare chest. He grabbed my finger in a gentle squeeze, chuckling at my reply.
He didn’t respond; instead, he jammed his lips on mine, his weight pinning me beneath. Instinctively, I moved my hips over his, feeling his hardness beneath me, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
While we were lost in our intimacy, I didn’t quickly register the faint sound of footsteps growing louder with each passing moment. It wasn’t until a sudden gasp cut through the air that reality snapped back into focus.
I froze, my lips still brushing against Mr. Clinton’s as Juniper’s shocked voice pierced the silence.
“Oh… my… god… you two… got to be kidding… me…” She mused, her eyes growing wide, her hand still clutching a glass of water poised just inches from her lips.
We both remained frozen in our compromising position, unsure of how to react to Juniper’s sudden interruption.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment as Mr. Clinton’s grip on me tightened, his eyes locked on Juniper with a mix of surprise and annoyance.
“Ju… Juniper-” he stuttered, finally breaking the silence.
Juniper’s mouth was agape, her eyes darting between us in disbelief. “You… two…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, still unable to comprehend what she just saw.
Mr. Clinton climbed to his feet, and so did I, scanning the whole place in search of my clothes, only to find them beside Juniper’s feet.
Damn, this is so awkward…
Juniper still had the glass hovering over her mouth, still struggling to process the intimate moment she had walked right into.
Silence took over the room, with neither of us willing to break the impasse.
Okay, somebody’s got to start talking right now because the tension between us is suffocating.