SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(23)

"Was that okay?" I asked him, worried I had done something unpleasant.

He smiled at me with dancing eyes and said, "That was incredible." I smiled, relieved, and he said, "I need to cool off."

Blake looked at me with a mischievous grin and scooped me up into his arms. I struggled, and through a fit of giggles, I protested, "Put me down!"

Blake carried me out of the living room, through the house, and out the back door. I looked at the glittering swimming pool and yelled, "No, Blake, stop!"

Despite my struggles, he walked into the deep end of the pool, taking me into the water with him. I swam out of his arms as the ice cold water rushed around me. I shot out of the water, inhaling the fresh afternoon air greedily. Blake popped out of the water a second later, a wild look in his eyes.

"I hate you," I said with a laugh, splashing him with the icy cold water before I swam to the ladder. I was almost out of the pool when Blake's hands grabbed my waist. I looked back at him as he tried to pull me back into the pool. He tugged harder, and I tumbled backwards into the water. After resurfacing, I wiped the wet, matted hair from my face and said, "Why did you do that?"

He pulled me towards him with a grin, and I let him pull me into his embrace. "I want you to swim with me," he murmured.

"But it's cold!" I interjected, whining.

"Then let me warm you up," he whispered sensually before pressing his lips to mine.

He backed me up to the edge of the pool, pressing me into the wall as he closed the distance between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around him, and he pressed against my loins. He massaged my breasts as he ground against me, his mouth moist and warm against my ice cold lips. I pushed my hips harder against him as he sucked lightly on my bottom lip. We were lost in each other for a long time, our mouths and hands continuously touching and exploring.

When Blake finally pulled away, he said, "I remember my first day here, when I saw you in that little bikini." He smiled as he remembered and pressed emphatically against me as he said, "God, I wanted you so badly."

I stared into his eyes, dark and tempting, and I knew there was no going back. I leaned into him and whispered, “Take me inside.”

He nodded and scooped me up out of the water. We walked into the house separately, and I noticed how cold and empty my body was without his. “I’m going to go get a towel,” I called over my shoulder.

In the bathroom, I peeled off my water-soaked pants, heavy from our swim. I slid my panties off, too. I was toweling my naked body when I noticed a shadow in the doorway. Blake watched me intently, his gaze glued to my body, roaming. I dropped the towel and stood before him, letting him take in my full nude form.

Blake stepped into the bathroom. “You are so beautiful.”

I blushed and said nothing, looking shyly down. I opened myself to the vulnerable feeling as I let Blake in. He stepped into my embrace and held me. He leaned in for a kiss, pushing my mouth open with his lips and holding me there for a moment.

Ending the kiss, I pulled away enough to look him in the eyes. He smiled gently at me as I cupped his face, tracing his cheekbone with my thumb. I let myself get lost in his eyes. “I thought if this ever happened, it would feel like a mistake,” I told him, my voice confused but accepting. “But in this moment, everything feels so right.”

Blake smiled my favorite smile and said, “That’s because we belong together.”

I said nothing. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. I told him everything I wanted to say with my body. I was yielding and grateful, my kiss sweet and strong. I kissed him tenderly with all of my passion, with all of my emotions.

Blake picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, so involved in our kiss I barely noticed that his pants were still ice cold from the pool. We walked into his bedroom, and he set me gently on the edge of his bed, detangling our bodies carefully. I watched him hungrily as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. He met my gaze as he slid off his boxers, revealing his naked body to me.

My heart raced, and every single nerve in my body tingled. I wanted him so badly. I stood up and took his hands in mine. With his left hand, he gently played with my hair and kissed my forehead. I looked up, nervous and unsure.

“This is the end,” he whispered against my forehead before pulling away.

I looked up at him, confused. “The end of what?” I asked softly.

“Of everything as we know it.” He breathed out, pressing a firm kiss on my lips.

I let the world wash away as we walked back towards his bed. I sat down on the edge, climbing backwards, and laid down. I was propped up on my elbows, my dark brown hair cascading around my face. Blake took one last look before he climbed in beside me, towering over me. He began to kiss me, and all of my nervousness and fears vanished.

He held me, and for the first time, I felt his naked body pressed against my completely naked one. We were intertwined, our bodies a tangled mess. Blake kissed me sensually, but it built fast, hot and needy. He grabbed a condom off his dresser. Quickly tearing the plastic open with his teeth, he slid it on and positioned himself between my legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice patient and kind.

I nodded. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” With a gentle look, he leaned down and kissed me again. His hands held my hips down as he slid into me. “Oh, my God,” I moaned, the pleasure of finally having him inside me overwhelming.