Between Heats (Downtown Aquatics Book 1)

by Laney Castro

  He swam back to her. “Now it’s your turn. Take a deep breath, that’s right, just hold it. Now leverage yourself against this wall, bring yourself down, and push off, like I showed you. And then breaststroke underwater.”

  “What if I float?” she asked him.

  “Then we do it all over again,” Aaron answered. “And frankly, I don’t mind staying here all night.”

  He watched her nibble on her lip self-consciously. He almost wanted to reach out and kiss her again when she inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, getting ready to try. When she pushed off, he watched her graceful form glide underwater, sleek and silent, and he dove in after her. He slowed himself so he could swim abreast of her.

  She surfaced for air and they did it over and over, not talking, instead moving closer and closer to each other. Then finally, when she managed to reach the middle of the pool without coming up for air, she turned to him in triumph. The water slicked her red hair back, making it appear black under the lights. “Is that how you do it, hotshot?” she asked challengingly.

  He pushed her against the side of the pool, trapping her with his strong arms. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he said, before meeting her lips in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

  “I’ve always been—mmm, yes—right here,” Madison murmured between breaths. She rubbed her foot up and down the side of his leg and they tangled all the way to the side of the pool.

  “Stay,” he murmured in her ear, as he slid a finger beneath her swimsuit strap. “I want you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  It was way past eleven but it felt like the night had just begun. Madison had insisted on going up and continuing where they left off in his apartment. He wouldn’t have minded staying where they were, but the pool was the main view of most of the balconies. She had kissed him and stroked him, promising it would be worth it.

  When they got back to his apartment, she had asked to take a shower first. Damn she was making his head spin and ache for so much more. If he had his way, he didn’t care if she tasted of chlorine. He just wanted her.

  He then heard a phone ringing. The tone and pitch was different from his, and he saw her phone ringing and vibrating on the kitchen counter where she may have put it down.

  He heard something click inside his room; Madison was probably finished showering. So he quickly grabbed the ringing phone and briefly glanced at it, out of curiosity. There was no photo, and just a letter in place of a full name. Thinking nothing of it, he opened his bedroom door and stepped in, only to find Madison standing there in just a bath towel and drying her hair with a smaller one.

  It took him just a few seconds to take it all in: Madison standing in his bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her, reaching just the top of her thighs. She was staring back at him. Only the shrill ringing brought them back to earth.

  He extended the phone towards her, screen facing out so she could see, while he stood frozen at the doorway. He cleared his throat. "You've got a phone call."

  He saw her look at the phone, her face unreadable, then looked back at him with those bright green eyes of hers.

  With her eyes focused on his, she slowly walked towards him, while languidly unraveling the towel around her chest. Aaron couldn't keep her eyes off of her. Sure, he had seen her in next-to-nothing on their first day of shooting, but seeing her in all her naked glory walking towards him, was doing things to him other than a raging hard-on. Maybe it was how her hips swayed as she stalked towards him. Maybe it was how she looked at him the way a predator looked at its prey. Or maybe how a corner of her luscious lips was tugged up to a sexy smile.

  He hadn’t remembered the ringing phone until Madison relieved it from his hands. He could care less if she had turned it off or rejected the call. She had already silenced it and chucked the phone away from his view.

  Her fingers drew small patterns on his bare chest as she stepped forward, sending so many sensations across his body. Her gorgeous body was pressed against him, and that slight widening of her eyes told him she felt how much he needed her at that moment.

  She just grinned, trailing her fingers from his chest down to his growing need. "Do you need a hand with that?" she asked, her voice now husky.

  He almost snapped out his answer. “I want more than that.”

  She bit her lower lip, and without another word, slowly slid her thumbs into his jammers’ waistband. She rubbed her bare chest on his, and slowly went and knelt down on the floor in front of him, like last time. She had pulled down his swimwear down his thighs, and his erection sprang in front of her. But this time, her mouth came on him instead of her hands, and was quick to lick the pre-cum off before kissing it, and clamped her lips around the head.

  Damn. This was what he was craving for to get the first time they met. This was what she teased him then. He had been thinking how those lips and that tongue would feel around him since yesterday. Now that she was giving it to him, and it was better than he had hoped.

  Madison took his cock out of her mouth, and wrapped her hands around him so she could lick his length from tip to base. When she looked up at him, he liked what he saw—her green eyes were now hooded with desire, and her luscious lips parted to take him in again. He couldn’t help but reach for her and entangle his fingers through her hair.

  This time, she was taking him inch by inch, sucking on him each time. It was all getting to his head. His hips bucked and he made a throaty groan that came out as a growl. She was bringing him close to the edge, and double damn if he gets off now.

  He bent down and grabbed her by the waist, which surprised her and made her let go. Before he could think it through, he had turned her and pushed her up the wall. If it hurt her, she didn't show it, and merely gasped.

  From where he had her, he could see how red her lips had turned, how flushed her freckles had gotten, how heavy her breathing had become. He leaned closer, as he stepped out of his jammers, and kept one hand firmly on her side, as the other traced upwards to cup a breast. He squeezed it and thumbed a pert nipple, making her let out a soft whimper. That little sound she made was the final element to overload his senses.

  His lips crashed against hers, urging them to part for him, hungry for more. She responded immediately, arms around his neck, hands in his hair. His hand on her breast groped her desperately and she moaned into his mouth. But he had other plans.

  His hand on her waist skimmed around her hips to her front, finding his mark underneath. She was so warm and wet against his palm, and he rubbed his fingers against her folds. She bit his lip when he slid his finger in, and he found her wanting. She clutched at his hair as he pulled and pushed, her hips moving along with his motions. She brought up one leg to wrap around his thigh, goading him to go deeper and faster. And he did, now using two fingers and doing more than just going in and out.

  She had to pull away from their kiss as she panted for air, and Aaron could see how her eyes had now glazed with pure lust. It made her look even hotter to him. The sight of her caused a deep, clenching heat in his belly. He increased his speed, coaxing more breathless cries from her mouth. He couldn't help but lick her lips and kiss her all over again.

  "I want you now," he demanded breathily against her lips, as his hips mimed his thrusts uncontrollably. He knew she was ready for him, and she damn well better be because he fucking wanted her now.

  "Come and take me," Madison cried out. Aaron's fingers had whipped her into pure desire, and she felt herself melting around him. And she might've, if she weren't forced up against the wall with only his hands holding her up.

  He growled again, and she found it incredibly sexy. “Be careful what you wish for,” he breathed. Maybe she was going to regret this by tomorrow morning, but this was what she wanted right at this very moment. What she had been wanting all day long. She wanted him.

  His lips descended to claim hers, his hands seemingly everywhere. Skimming at first, then groping, clutching her against his body. His touch was maddenin
g, and she knew he wanted her, too. The kisses at the pool were apparently just a warm-up, and now they kissed as if their lives depended on it. That if they stopped now, they’d run out of air. She didn’t mind it at all, as her hands tangled in his hair and she breathed him in.

  “Want more of that?” he asked, clutching a breast. She moaned as he ground himself against her, his hardness more evident now than ever.

  “Y-yes,” her voice came out huskily, an almost inaudible whisper, trying to kiss the corner of his mouth.

  With one swift move, he almost carried her towards the bed, kissing back intensely. Madison let him lead her and they collapsed on the bed. The smooth thick sheets met her back as he pushed her up the mattress.

  “I was hot for you the moment you stepped into the pool,” he continued in a hoarse voice. “With that suit clinging to your every curve.” His hands moved smoothly from her back, sculpting her sides, skimming her breasts with his thumbs, and then moving back down again in rapturously teasing movements. “You looked damn fine in that suit of yours.”

  He covered the length of her body with his, then nuzzled her neck. She wanted to lessen the gap between them, wanted him to press down on her more. His fingers went back to tease her nipples while one hand palmed a breast. “These were damn distracting too,” he said, before tilting his head to flick his tongue against a nipple. “They’re incredible breasts.” The unexpected praise made her shiver, and she felt the complimented part of her anatomy tingle. Even more so when he started to kiss and suck on said breast.

  Who knew that boy-next-door persona hid such a sexy dirty talker? She never knew she liked it. She wanted to talk back, but all the overwhelming sensations were threatening to take hold of her, and she needed her faculties to enjoy every single touch.

  All this talk of wanting her body made her hips buck and try to meet his. She already felt his erection when it brushed against her thigh, her groin. Heavens help her, she wanted him now. One hand moved down her back, lifting her buttocks, sliding further down so that he could hook her knee up against his side.

  He then bent down to kiss her, open-mouthed and raw. But he had to pull away for air, and reach for something over her head. A drawer opened and closed, and she saw him tear a foil open. It was during then that she saw his face fully since they started. His expression said it all—the unassuming friendly guy was nowhere to be found, replaced by a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

  He pulled on her legs to bring her closer to him, and leaned over to kiss her mouth, her cheek, her jaw. "Say you want this," he said huskily against her ear.

  There was something tender in the way he said it that made her grasp onto his arms. “I want this.” And he kissed her full on the mouth again.

  With a leg up, she let herself be parted. His hand moved against her folds, finding her own need. She shuddered and tugged his lower lip with her teeth in anticipation. Aaron adjusted himself, covered her upper body with kisses, and moved slowly into her.

  She let out a gasp and clutched at the sheets. Her hips rose up to move along with him. One of Aaron’s strong swimmer arms anchored him while the other clutched her close. Their kisses grew ardent with the rhythm, concentrated, searching, insatiable. Madison tried to arch her back so her body pressed close to his, leaving no space for air between them. She thought of how he could manage to still be so hot while exerting effort, and realized all his training had done him good on that. The idea only sent a burning desire rippling throughout her body. As the tempo increased, she mewled, and asked for more, for something stronger.

  Aaron lifted her, almost to a sitting position, never breaking contact. He was pure power in the pool; he was even more so in bed. He hitched her legs higher to let them wrap around his lower back and thighs, and pinned her to his headboard so he didn’t have to take on all of her weight. Together they pounded into each other, each other’s names a wet sigh in their mouths, until the rhythm and the desire collided into the release that they had both been waiting for.

  Chapter Twelve

  Madison looked back at the bed where Aaron was still sleeping soundly under tangled sheets. She checked her phone; it was just a little after five in the morning. He had mentioned during dinner that he woke up early for training, so she had planned on slipping out earlier than that to avoid an awkward goodbye. Still, Madison couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping form. As she buttoned up her blouse, she wished everyday could be just like this.

  Last night had been long and wonderful and exquisite. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt thoroughly made love to. But today, she needed to go, and that meant having to leave while she still could. Her shift at the cafe didn’t start until 11:30, but staying meant spending more time with him. As amazing as last night was, she couldn’t help but think that it was a one time thing. From their dinner dates, it felt that they had very little in common outside of this incredible sexual energy that needed to be let out. This was just her saving them some awkwardness later on.

  She was glad that models carried a bunch of clothes with them for every job. Certainly helped in situations like this. With one final look around the room, she checked if she missed anything else. Seeing that she hadn’t, she turned to pick up her shoes, only to see Aaron sitting up and looking straight at her.

  “Leaving already?” he asked as he looked straight at her, his eyes smoldering.

  Madison stopped herself from gaping. He was naked save for the sheets that covered his lower body. With his well-built chest, toned arms (oh heavens, those arms), and his just-got-off-bed hair, he looked as hot as a summer day. “Um, yeah,” she said after clearing her throat.

  “Were you planning to run off without saying goodbye?” he asked pointedly. For a person who just got up, his voice was firm and clear.

  She looked away guiltily. “I was going to kiss you goodbye.”

  He extended a hand towards her. “Kiss me then,” he ordered.

  She looked back up at him, and took a couple of tentative steps forward to take his hand. He just held it as she leaned forward to give him a kiss on the lips. He didn’t kiss back though, so she simply planted her lips on his.

  “Call me?” she asked softly.

  He said nothing in response. His face was unreadable, his clear gray eyes simply blinked at her. Since he was quiet, she simply nodded and pulled away to start picking up her shoes.

  But Aaron pulled her closer, his eyes still on her face. “Five more minutes.” It wasn’t a question.

  Madison stared back at him. “But I—”

  “Five—” he pulled her even closer, their lips touching, “—more—” forced her to lean on the side of the bed, “—minutes.” He claimed her lips with his.

  It was more than can be expected for a good morning kiss and Madison could only kiss him back, not finding the hint of peppermint odd. She tried to pull away, but Aaron’s grip on her arm was tight. His other hand even reached for her waist and pulled her closer.

  “Aaron, I—” Madison started, breathless, as soon as she was able to speak.

  “Just a few more,” Aaron breathed, and pulled her even further and together they fell onto the bed.

  Losing her balance, she had no choice but hold on to the bedsheets as he kissed her. His arms were already around her, hands skimming and grasping. One of his hands slipped under her blouse to skim her skin directly, and she could feel the warmth of his large hands.

  A soft sigh escaped her lips when Aaron let go of her mouth to kiss her throat, her neck. One of his hands had unclasped the top buttons of her blouse. She tried to pull herself up, but his legs had hers trapped. He flipped her so her back was to the bed, and that he was on top of her, his attention on the freckles down her collarbones.

  “Aaron…” she moaned but she needed little convincing. Not that he knew that.

  “Give me five more,” he repeated, breathing on her skin. It tickled her. The sheets had given way, and he was fully naked on top of her. She could feel his early morning n
eed against her—and neither of them cared.

  She squirmed underneath him, now hoping for something more than just a kiss. She ground herself upwards towards his need, hoping she could feel more than just the friction.

  He slipped his hands under her blouse, and cupped her breasts to grope, squeeze. She helped him by unbuttoning the rest and bared her chest to him. Appreciatively, he squeezed her breasts again, pushed up the bra cups and had his mouth descend on each nipple to lick and suck.

  “More…” Madison moaned.

  “Minutes,” Aaron answered back. He reached for the waistband of her tights and pulled it down, along with her lacy underwear. He took that opportunity to place his legs between hers, confident she wasn’t going anywhere this time.

  She knew he could see she was wet, the way his eyes stared at the sight of her sex. Without preamble, he dove down to kiss her there, pushing her back up the bed. There was no easing up, just pure unadulterated hunger. He didn’t go easy on her, lapping her up, letting himself go deeper. Madison mewled as her legs tightened around his neck, asking for more.

  She protested when he pulled away, but soon enough he was fully sheathed and easing himself into her spaces. It was slow at first before going in with as much fervor as earlier. Even much more. She clung to him tightly as they moved together, and soon they were spent and laid silent on the bed.

  She couldn’t help but giggle afterwards. “Now that was something.”

  “You were just so tempting,” Aaron replied, tightening his hold around her. “You were so hot getting dressed.”

  “You were awake?”

  He simply nodded, and she let out another laugh. She thought wryly that she wouldn’t be able to walk out easily this time now that he’d caught her. And yet she didn’t mind anymore. “We should get up now, though,” she murmured.