Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 19

Bradley's POV

"I thought you'd never show," I said, looking at Tiffany who was standing a few feet away from the pool.

She shrugged, "I told you I would. I never go back on my word."

I looked down at the white robe she wore, "Do you plan to keep that on all night."

"No," she whispered but made my efforts to remove the robe. Instead, she took a seat at the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in the water. "It's warm."

I nodded, "Yeah. The temperature can be changed to our liking. It's a pretty awesome pool."

"Nice. I like it," she said, splashing her foot in the water like a child.

"Then maybe you should come in."

She chuckled, "I'm going to. I'm just trying to build but the courage first."

I floated on my back and looked into the night sky, "What are you so afraid of?"

"Nothing. I'm just a bit..." she paused. "shy."

I shifted my position into a standing one and looked at her with a smile, "Shy? Why?"

She shrugged, "I just am, okay?"

"Tiffany, you don't need to be shy around me. You already know how I feel about your body." It's not like I hide my attraction for her.

"And what's that?" she asked, looking at me daringly.

"You're body is perfect."

She blushed, "You've barely even seen my body."

"I've seen enough and don't forget that I've I touched almost everywhere."

Her face went pink, "I'm not likely to forget."

Me either.

"Then there is nothing for you to be shy about."

She smirked, "Okay. Fine." She pushed herself up onto her feet and kicked off her flip-flops then she gently tugged the tie of her robe. The robe opened but revealed nothing until she pulled the centre away and pushed it off her shoulders. The robe formed a puddle at her feet.

Damn!

Her body was even more beautiful than I imagined.

Her almost-naked perfectly proportioned body brought memories of our previous intimacy flooding back.

"Beautiful" I growled in a whisper.

She smirked. "You're not so bad yourself." she looking at my bare chest.

I smiled. I found it satisfying that my body was pleasing to her.

"I'm going to regret this tomorrow," she said.

I frowned. "Why?"

She lifted her hands to her hair. "My hair is gonna shrink, and it's gonna be natty, hard to comb."

I sighed in relief. For a minute, I thought she was talking about being with me.

"I'm sure you'll manage fine. If it becomes hard to comb. I'll help you." How hard can it be?

She chuckled, "I hope you remember your words."

I smiled. "I will."

She took a deep breath, then dived into the water. She swam a few feet in the opposite direction from me. I was tempted to follow her, but I gave her space. When she broke the surface, she scrubbed her hands over her face then shook the water out of her hair.