Page 21 of Hidden Desire

He grunted. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing than being here with you.”

Grace blinked. “W-what?”

“Baby, I’m uncomfortable because I want you so much right now. My cock is throbbing.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked down, but it was hard to see his penis in the water. “Really?” She reached between them and moved her hand, and cupped his cock.

He growled, but she was too enthralled by what she was discovering to hear him.

“Goddamn,” he hissed.

That got through to her, and she jerked away. “Am I hurting you?” she asked.

“Fuck, no.”

“And it’s okay to touch you?” she asked.

“Yes. I’ve wanted your hands on me from the very beginning,” he told her.

“I’ve wanted that, too.”

He lifted her to bring her level with him, leaned forward, and pressed soft kisses to her mouth, which helped her feel his lips on hers. When she pressed against him, he captured her lips in a kiss so blatantly hot it took her breath. Her arms and legs instinctually wrapped around his body.

Grace felt like she would pass out from lack of air and then realized she could lift her head to take a breath.

They stared at each other as they calmed their breathing,

“Jesus, woman. I’ve never felt this way before in my life,” Robert said.

“Me, either,” she said, blushing when he grinned because they both knew she had never had a chance to meet a man, soshe had nothing to compare it to.

“I would love to stand and kiss you all night,” he said. “But I’m afraid this is going to get out of hand quickly.”

Grace had to bite her lip to keep from begging him to continue.

“How about we practice putting your face in the water?” he suggested.

She nodded as he set her down, so she stood on her feet. The water wasn’t high, so it was easy to bend forward, but she stopped before her nose hit the water, losing what little courage she had.

“Like this, Sweetheart,” Robert said, dunking his face in the water. When he came up, he wiped the water from his face with his hand. “Let’s try it.”

Grace did it again and let her face drop enough for it to get wet. She came up sputtering.

Robert ran his hand up and down her arm. “Easy. Take a deep breath and do it again.”

The second time, it was easier for her. She practiced several times before he called it a night.

“We’ll come here every night if I’m not busy.”

“Okay. But I don’t want to bother you.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You’re not. I enjoy being with you.”

“I do, too. You make me feel safe, and before coming here, I hadn’t felt safe after my mother died.”

She could tell he wanted to ask questions, but she didn’t want to talk about her father anymore.

“I’m tired.”