Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(41)

“TJ.” Mila gasped against my mouth as her lips kissed me back hesitantly. I could tell that she didn’t really know what was going on but that she was willing to give me whatever I wanted.

“Mila,” I said, teasing her and tugging on her lower lip with my teeth. She moaned and shifted her position against me and I could feel my cock twitching to be inside of her. My hand moved up to her breasts and squeezed gently, my fingers rubbing against her cold and hard nipples, doing things that I wanted my lips to be doing.

“Oh TJ,” she cried out and pulled away from me, her eyes wide with passion and shock.

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” I said, treading water next to her, my body missing the closeness of hers in the cold water.

“You seem to be doing a lot of that today,” she said, her lips still slightly parted. My cock grew harder as I thought about her sucking me and taking me deep into her mouth. I looked away from her mouth then. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist f*cking her if I continued thinking about her moans and her groans as I f*cked her into oblivion.


“I’m going for a swim,” she said, her eyes looking slightly anxious as I stared at her. She could probably see in my face that I was feeling confused. Maybe I even looked gruff. Maybe I was scaring her, looking like some wolf in the night that wanted to eat her. She drifted onto her back and floated away from me. I watched as her breasts glistened through the water. She looked like a nymph that was tempting me. Staring at her made me think of Shakespeare and poetry. The moon made her body glow enticingly and I could feel myself stilling as I watched her. She was such a work of art, a beauty to behold that was both innocent and tempting at the same time.

“Above the lake a mist was lifting; through milky clouds across the sky, the ruddy mood was softly drifting, when water drew the friar’s eye.” I whispered the words to Alexander Pushkin’s poem, The Water-Nymph to myself as I watched her, moving in the water. I felt surprisingly at ease, as if the moment were magical. And then something inside me stirred; my loins grew tense and aching. The wolf was awakened. And I was ready to take what was mine.

I paused then, trying to think about more than just my carnal thoughts. I felt more for her than just sex. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my heart raced as I gazed at her graceful movements in the water. I found myself staring at her face as she stopped floating and started treading water to me. I immediately swam over to her, my strokes fast as I ached to get to her quickly.

“Enjoy your swim?” I said lightly, stopping a couple of inches away from her. Though I wanted to touch her, I didn’t want her to think I was all about sex. I wanted her to like me for me. I wanted her to want me, not just because I was attractive and rich. And I wanted her to know that my interest in her wasn’t just about sex—even though I wanted to f*ck her into oblivion. Things were going to get complicated and I didn’t want the start of everything to be ruled by our sexual attraction to each other.

“The water feels good.” She nodded, her eyes gazing into mine wonderingly. She looked disappointed, and I had to hide a smile. She wanted me to move closer to her and take her into my arms. I knew it as well as I knew that my name was TJ Walker.

“It’s not too cold tonight.” I nodded and tried to ignore the slight parting of her lips. Her eyes looked huge in her face as she stared at me and her blond hair was slicked back.

“Do you want to race?” she asked me finally, and I laughed.

“You know I always beat you. Are you sure you want to go down that road again?”

“You don’t always beat me.” She glared at me and her expression reminded me of when she was a child and got annoyed when Cody or I teased her, which we had done a lot.

“I don’t think you’ve ever won any race that we’ve been in,” I said and raised an eyebrow at her. I found myself moving closer to her as I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Whatever,” she said, her breathing slightly faster as our bodies lightly touched. “I’ll beat you now.”

“Where do you want to race to?” I said, never one to turn down a challenge when pressed.

“We’ll race out to that buoy.” She nodded her head to a lighted buoy in the far distance. “And then back to shore.”

“You really want to take on that distance?” I asked her in surprise. By my calculations it would be at least half a mile there and back to shore.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” she said, her brown eyes glittering at me, as if to say, don’t call me out for your problems.

“Nope,” I said, ignoring the desire to kiss her. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay,” she said. “On your mark, get set, go.” She screamed and I felt a huge splash of water in my face as she swam off, kicking through the water with all of her might.

I swam behind her at a leisurely pace. I knew I could beat her, but I wasn’t swimming to win. I wanted to make sure that she didn’t get a cramp in the water or run into trouble. That was more important to me than winning the race. I picked up my pace slightly when I realized that she was still going strong as she made it to the buoy in what I thought must have been record time. I felt a wave of appreciation for her and I was impressed at how quickly she was swimming. Mila was really in this race to win it. I picked up my pace slightly as she did a flip and started swimming back towards the shore.