Supernatural Academy: Year One (Supernatural Academy #1)(64)

He pushed off, and before I could yell again, he was swimming. Whoa. He was fast. So fast that the race would have almost been embarrassing—for me—had he actually participated. When he reached my side, he smoothly popped up next to me, and I gaped at him.

“You swim faster than a dolphin,” I said. “Why didn’t you race me? You’d have won for sure?”

He moved closer, and I swallowed hard. With that slicked-back hair, water dripping across his skin, eyes shimmery silver, he looked like an amazing, mind blowing, very bad decision waiting to happen.

“Tell me what you picked,” he said.

I didn’t think, I just surged forward and kissed him. I wanted Asher. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know what one night with him would be like. His hands gripped my hips and he immediately pulled me into his hard body. I wrapped my legs around him, and all thought faded away. He tasted as delicious as he smelled, fresh and sweet. His tongue stroked mine, confident, skilled, and a low moan escaped.

I pressed closer as our tongues slid together, his mouth dominating mine with slightly rough, tantalizing kisses. When I was dizzy and breathless, he slowed our kiss, sucking on my bottom lip.

“Holy fuck.” I exhaled, both of us breathing heavily. “I knew we had chemistry, but that was…”

Asher made a low rumbling sound, his eyes blazing silver, and then his lips were on mine again. I barely noticed that he was moving us through the water, heading toward the wide steps that led into the pool. He sank back onto the middle step with me straddling him. I rocked my aching center against him.

His lips moved over mine and down my jaw, his hands sliding over my ass to control my hips. I could feel his hard length beneath me, and it was driving me insane. When his mouth reached the swell of my breast, he ran his tongue across the water beading there, and his hands slid up my back, releasing my bra. Breasts spilled out everywhere, and Asher lifted his head to meet my gaze.

“I’m starting to think your blood is lying,” he murmured, hands cupping my boobs. I leaned back to give him better access, groaning as his thumbs brushed my nipples. “You have to be Atlantean. The women were said to be the most beautiful of all the world. Curves, and silvery gold hair. Eyes somewhere between silver and the blue of the Atlantic Ocean.”

I moaned again. “Fuck. Asher. Seriously. You’re killing me.”

His fingers slid down and stroked across me, slipping under my thong just as his mouth closed around my nipple. My fingers glided into his hair and I clenched my fists, holding him to me. He slid a finger inside, followed by another, and usually I found it hard to have sex in the shower or bath, because the water washed away my natural lubrication. Not this time though.

I was as wet as this damn pool.

He moved to the other breast. “Can’t neglect this one,” he said with a low rumble. I was too far gone to reply as he continued to stroke my body, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

His thumb glided across my clit, and the low swirls in my body, the pleasure drugging my veins, exploded. I cried out as I rode his hands, his mouth on my nipple as he dragged out every last second of pleasure.

When I finally stopped rocking and moaning, he lifted his head and I froze at the deep rich silver that faced me. There was not an ounce of green left in his gaze.

“Asher?” I said somewhat breathlessly. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, his voice a deep, purring rumble. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Despite my recent orgasm, my body was already screaming for more, and I was reaching for him when he stood, gently setting me on my feet.

“What about you?” I said, sliding my gaze across his rock-hard body. The swim shorts did nothing to hide his erection, which was long and hard and completely unsatisfied.

He shook his head. “You said no sex until the third date. I’m an Atlantean of my word.”

I just stared at him, shaking my head. “I’ve changed my mind. That’s a stupid human rule anyway.”

Asher laughed. “Anticipation is half the fun, Maddi. Come on, let’s go and watch some movies while we wait for the guys to return. If we stay here, I’m definitely not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

My legs wobbled as I started to follow him from the pool, the aftereffects of the orgasm still tingling through my body. Asher reached out and grabbed my hand as I stumbled, keeping me upright.

“What if one of them brings someone back here?” I said when we reached the stand. “I’m not really up to dealing with girl drama tonight. Maybe I should just head home.”

Asher shook his head. “Nah, we really don’t bring anyone back here. Especially not chicks. It’s our rule. We have a top-floor apartment in the magic users’ wing for that.”

I ground to a halt, taking him by surprise. “I’m a chick.”

Asher’s heated gaze ran across my bare breasts. My bra was lost somewhere in the pool, and I couldn’t be bothered searching for it. “I noticed.”

“I mean … I’m here, so … your rule?”

“You’re diff—”

“If you say different,” I interrupted, “I’m going to punch you. Don’t separate me out from other women. They’re my people.”

His laughter was starting to become my favorite sound; it was so deep and husky, and it sent shivers down my spine. “I meant different because we’re all pretty sure you’re Atlantean. We just have to figure out how. You’re one of us.”