not?” he asked, pulling her closer while he treaded water to keep them both above the surface. The action forced his legs between hers.
“Because there was no skill involved,” she said, undulating against him so that her entire body caressed his.
“Then you know that resistance is futile,” he murmured against her skin.
She pulled away from him. “Did you say ‘resistance is futile’? Isn’t that from Star Trek?”
“I thought you said you didn’t watch TV.”
“Star Trek is more than TV. But it doesn’t seem your cup of tea.”
“I went to that exhibit over at the Hilton a few years ago, to see about doing something similar at the Chimera.”
“Did the hotel benefit from that trip? Because apparently your legendary charm didn’t.”
“I beat you once, Shel. Don’t make me do it again.”
“You can try,” she said, and dived. He followed her easily, making out the shape of her white legs under the water.
He caught her ankle and pulled her to him, using a powerful scissor kick to bring them both to the surface.
His skin was too tight and he felt as if he was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her soon. But he loved the sensual way she moved. He snaked one arm around her waist and fondled her belly button before cupping her breast in his hand.
“I don’t need skill. I have raw talent.”
“You’ve got raw something all right, but I don’t think it’s talent.”
“I’ll prove it,” he said. It had been too long. Still, he knew he had to take this slow, because despite her teasing, Shelby was still feeling her way in this new relationship with him. And the last time, sex had clouded everything else.
She pushed away from him and dived under the water once more.
Shelby still hadn’t surfaced when he felt her hand on his knee, skimming up the inside of his thigh. She cupped him in her hands.
He forgot to tread water and started to go under. Shelby surfaced a few inches from him. “Still going to prove something to me?”
He laughed. This was what had been missing from his life. This element of sexy teasing had been absent in all of his relationships until now. He stroked over to her, capturing her from behind.
She turned in his arms and kissed the base of his neck, nibbling at him and then soothing the ache with her tongue. He tightened his hands on her soft body. He wanted to toss her up on the deck of the boat and bury himself hilt deep inside her. He wanted to bind them so close to each other that they’d never really be separate again.
She lifted her head, her eyes sparkling up at him. “Don’t try to tempt me with that smooth voice. I remember it well.”
He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Shelby, letting the feel of her in his arms totally overwhelm him. He needed her like the air that he breathed and he followed that desire the way he’d always allowed all his cravings to rule his life.
Her wet hair snaked over her shoulders, falling onto his. He liked that feeling, and pulled her closer. He wanted them so deeply intertwined, she’d forget everything except being with him.
Grasping her waist, he lifted her slightly and lowered his mouth to her breast. He traced her nipple with his tongue, lapping at it gently until her nails dug into his shoulders. Carefully he scraped his teeth over her and heard her cry his name. They both sank beneath the water and he realized they needed to get out of the lake right now.
He needed more. He needed it now. And so did she. Holding her carefully with one arm, he swam them both back to the boat and lifted her up onto the platform at the back.
When she would have stood, he stopped her with a hand on her thigh. “Not yet.”
Six
Hayden pushed himself out of the water using only his arms. His erection was large and fierce looking.
He scooped her up and stepped over the railing onto the deck of the boat. The remains of their dinner and their clothing still lay where they’d been left.
Shelby was a little embarrassed at her abandon, but there was a sense of rightness about being in his arms that made her realize that they belonged together. A kind of confirmation that she’d made the right decision to come to Vegas to resolve the past and cement the future. She and Hayden weren’t finished. Their story was still continuing and she was glad about that.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders as he strode across the deck of his yacht. His heart beat strongly under her cheek and she closed her eyes, pretending that it beat just for her.
He set her on her feet next to the king-size bed in the stateroom. She was dripping on the carpet but she knew that Hayden didn’t mind. He watched her with eyes that seemed to be on fire for her.
“Don’t move.”
He liked to give orders and she wasn’t about to fall into the trap that had plagued their first whirlwind relationship. She followed him into the bathroom area. He bent over to retrieve two thick navy blue towels.
Shelby pinched his backside, then ran her fingers down to cup him.
He glanced up at her. “I thought I told you to stay put.”
“I don’t take orders well,” she said. But she realized that she needed this to be about something more than power. She needed to not get swept away in Hayden but to have both of them get swept away in each other.
“We’ll see about that,” he said, pushing to his feet.
“Yes, we will see.”
She took one of the towels from him. “Stand up and I’ll dry you off.”
He rose, towering over her. There was a look in his eyes that she scarcely trusted. “I like that idea.”
She reached out with the towel but he stopped her with an iron grip on her wrist. “Use your tongue.”
She swallowed. Hayden was a dominant lover and she freely admitted that he appealed to her as no other man did. Two could play at this game. He liked to give orders but she knew he wasn’t immune to her.
“Close your eyes,” she said, softly tracing her finger down the line of hair at the center of his body. The hair tapered down to his erection. She caressed him, coming closer and closer to his erection but making sure she did nothing more than brush it.
She licked the drops of water that still clung to his chest, while he dried her with long, languid strokes of the other towel. She dropped to her knees in front of him, following the trail of water down his strong thighs.
She really wanted to push him beyond boundaries, to push herself further than she’d ever gone before. She lowered her head, letting her breath wash over his erection first. His hands came to her
