It's all because of you

I just want you to be mine

“If it's me
And if it's you
And if our love is wrong
Then I don't ever wanna be right
I don't ever wanna be right
If it's real
And if it's true
And if our love is wrong
Then I don't ever wanna be right
I don't ever wanna be right”

I chose “If Our Love is Wrong” by Calum Scott for this chapter because it’s super sexy AND has meaningful lyrics. I also listened to “Main Title” by Aaron Zigman from The Notebook soundtrack on repeat, especially while writing the second half of the chapter, because we know they have the hots for each other, but they also really love each other and I wanted their steamy scenes to be meaningful too.

-Him-  

“What are you doing?” he already knew she was trying to kill him, he just wanted to hear it from her mouth.   

“Um, swimming? I didn’t want to get my clothes wet.” she was so demure. He knew better.  

“Right.” he smiled devilishly. “Do you mind if I join you?” he already had, but he was testing a  hypothesis .  

“N-no. Go ahead.” she was breathing heavily and her eyes kept flicking between his lips and his chest.  

He turned the tables on her. She was just a s a ffected by him as he was by her. Her small, soft breasts were pressed against his chest and he could feel her nipples pebbled under the wet shirt. He pushed her to arms-length by her waist, mostly so he could look at her, but also because he was getting hard and he needed to maintain some dignity. They were in the middle of the pool so the water came up to the underside of her breasts. Her shirt was soaked and he could see the outline of her. He simultaneously cursed and thanked her for not choosing  one of his  white t shirt s .   

She let him stare at her. She was confident, and she wanted this. It made her even sexier than she normally was.   

“If you don’t want to swim maybe I should just leave...” she moved from his grasp to go around him. She was playing coy.  

Oh no you don’t.  He grabbed her wrists in both his hands.   

“You aren’t going anywhere.” he tried to sound playful, but he also meant it. She started this and she was going to finish it.  

She gasped as he pulled her roughly to him.  Do you like being manhandled?  

He kissed her hard. He didn’t ask permission this time. The sounds she was making were confirmation enough for him that she was enjoying herself. His grip on her wrists loosened and she brushed her hands up his chest to wind themselves around his neck.  Allah  Allah . He loved how small she was. He could easil y bend down in the water to match her height, but he secretly loved that she had to reach and pull herself up to get to his mouth. The neck strain was worth it.  

She could definitely feel how aroused he was now, but it didn’t seem to bother her. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her with him to the deep end, not breaking their kiss. It was a good thing she liked him manhandling her (in a loving way of course) because he was addicted to touching her. Her narrow waist, her delicate wrists and small hands, her gorgeous shoulders and graceful neck. He was a man possessed. He had her pinned against the tiles near the end of the pool where he could still touch the bottom but she couldn’t. She had no choice but to hold on to him.  

“Can.” she breathed his name as he devoured her neck, just under the corner of her jaw. Her skin was already turning pink there from where his beard rubbed her raw.