Just My Type(60)

All of a sudden, Baker leans forward a little to the side of me, and I finally get to feel his skin against mine. It doesn’t last nearly long enough when I watch him grab his backpack he dropped over here earlier with the arm that isn’t still around me, and pull it toward him. With one hand, he pulls out his cell phone, taps a few buttons, and then sets it back down on top of the bag. His hand goes back to rest next to mine on the edge of the pool.

“What are you—”

“Shhhh.” Baker smiles at me when I look back at him again. “Look up.”

I watch his head tip back, and I do the same, just as noises start coming out of his phone. The soft noises of crickets and bullfrogs.

Just like home.

And out here in our little walled-off, enclosed area, as I look up at the sky and see a million stars, the sounds of highway traffic quickly fade away, and my heart trips over itself when I realize what he’s done.

Brooklyn is right. He really is a goddamn genius. He knew I’d be a nervous, awkward freak of nature going on a first official date. He picked the absolute best thing he possibly could to make me forget all about my nerves and do like he said—get out of my head and just have fun. We laughed, and we made fun of each other, and he had his hands on me all night long, and I never once felt an ounce of nerves. They’re gone. Completely vanished, because not only has he given me the most fun night ever, but he gave me a piece of home, right here in a heated pool in the middle of the city.

I kind of hate him for being such an evil mastermind. But I want him more than I hate him, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

Looking back down from the sky and over my shoulder, I find Baker staring at me.

“I’m sorry if I was quiet and weird after you got in the car,” he tells me, moving his face closer to mine, the hand attached to his arm around my waist gripping me tighter. “As soon as you got in that fucking Jeep, and I could see you and I could smell you, I wanted to pull you across the seat so you could straddle my lap and I could taste that mouth of yours again.”

My mouth has dropped open and I can feel myself lightly panting like a fucking dog as my heart speeds up in anticipation.

“Then you walked out in this bikini, and I thought my dick would part the water in the pool like the Red Sea,” Baker finishes.

“Are you saying your dick is like Moses’s staff? Little full of yourself, aren’t you?” I snort.

Baker’s arm around me suddenly tightens, and I’m pulled back against his chest, his knees bent just enough that my ass nestles right into his groin. A very impressive groin that makes me gasp when his arm around me lowers as he pulls and lifts me back against him even tighter, my ass fitting even more snuggly against him. My wet, bathing-suit-covered ass that is currently rubbing against a fucking anaconda.

“I think that sexy little sound tells me you’re impressed.” Baker smirks, my head still turned to look back at him, his nose brushing against mine.

“Shut up before I knee you in your mediocre ball—”

My threat is cut off when Baker quickly presses his mouth to mine. It’s just a soft, pressing together of lips, and he pulls back before getting to the good stuff, like his tongue.

“What do you want, Ember?” he asks softly, my body sweating even though half of it is submerged in a heated pool.

“Touch me,” I whisper without even thinking about it. “Please, Jesus God, just touch me. Anywhere, I don’t even care if you—”

Baker’s mouth cuts me off again, and this time, he most certainly gives me the good stuff. When his tongue pushes past my lips and slides against my own, my hips jerk back. He groans into my mouth when my ass rubs up against him, once again pulling his mouth away from mine before I was ready.

Baker’s looking right into my eyes when his free hand that isn’t holding me securely against his chest moves away from the edge of the pool to flatten against my stomach, sliding across it and moving down, his fingers slowly inching under the top of my bikini bottoms.

When he pauses with his palm flat against my lower stomach, and the tips of his fingers a mere few inches from where I’m tingling and pulsing with anticipation, my hips jerk forward this time, wanting him to keep moving his hand.

“Keep your hands on the edge and hold on tight, Tink,” Baker orders.

I have just enough time to grip the edge of the pool before his mouth is back on me. When his tongue swirls around mine this time, his palm slides the rest of the way down my body and under the water, until his hand is in my bikini bottoms and two of his fingers are instantly plunging inside me.

I moan loudly around his tongue as his fingers start to slowly and torturously slide in and out of my body under the warm water. His tongue swipes through my mouth in the same slow rhythm as his fingers, the water gently lapping around us. He kisses every thought out of my head until there’s nothing left but Baker holding me tightly against him, Baker’s fingers pumping in and out of me so perfectly, and Baker’s thumb joining in and swirling around my swollen and aching clit while he holds his fingers deep inside me.

All of the nerves I’ve been feeling all day were a complete waste of time. This is all I needed, right here. This man can make me laugh and make me come all within the span of five minutes. It’s ridiculous how quickly this orgasm is barreling through me, starting at my toes and working its way up with each quick, tight circle of Baker’s thumb around my clit.