Pt. 19: Getting Wet

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“Taste this.”

I scowled at Chance as he held the fork up to my mouth. “Do you have any idea how many carbs are on that fork right now?”

“Oh my God, Cami. Can you just please indulge me?”

“I have been indulging you...all night long. I let you order me this bottle of Pinot even though just a glass would’ve been fine.”

Chance grinned and pushed the fork between his own lips. “You drank almost every bit of it,” he smirked, holding up the bottle to show it was nearly empty. “And judging by how pink your cheeks are, I’d say you’re enjoying it too.”

I leaned forward and playfully shoved his shoulder, shrieking when he pulled me from my seat and into his lap. I curled my arm around the back of his neck and brushed my lips down his jawline. “Stop teasing. You know what wine does to me,” I hummed into his ear.

Chance skimmed his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached the hem of my dress. “Yeah, I know. You told me once.”

My head snapped up and I gripped his chin roughly. “Tell me what I said!”

I watched Chance’s ocean blue eyes drop to my lips once before licking his own and smiling at me. “First, try this key lime cheesecake. It’s so good.”

My scowl was back. “No,” I whined. “I’m not going home ten pounds heavier and having to spend the next month trying to get the extra weight off. No way.”

“Please?” he pouted, taking his own bite and leaving some on his lips. On purpose, I’m sure. The tip of his tongue peeked out to swipe some of creamy sweetness away and I could not stop staring.

I gazed into his eyes for only a moment before covering his mouth with my own. His arms tightened around me as I licked the sugary goodness from his lips and I moaned in delight. I pulled back slowly, loving the way his mouth hung open and his eyes stayed closed. “Did I lie?” he chuckled. “Good, right?”

I rubbed my lips together and sighed deeply. “Yes, it’s heavenly.”

“Heavenly?” Chance echoed, using both hands to pull me closer as I sat with my legs dangling over the side of the chair. “Well, I guess you’d know, Angel.”

I let my head fall back with laughter at his corny joke. When I raised my head, I was met with his stormy irises, alight with want. “You want more?” he whispered with a deep gruffness to his voice.

I nodded and licked my lips slowly, eyeing the cheesecake on the tip of his finger. I considered shoving it into his own face until I saw the way his eyes followed my mouth. I gripped his hand, guiding the digit closer to my waiting lips. I swirled my tongue around the tip before taking more into my mouth with a quiet whimper. 

“Fuck,” Chance breathed, his eyes never leaving my mouth as I bobbed my head and sucked hard. “Cami,” he sighed. “You’re killing me.”

I pulled his finger from my lips, licking the dessert away as I went. “Did I do something wrong?” I teased.

Chance shook his head and then placed the hand behind my back on my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. “You know what the fuck you did,” he groaned against my lips as his hips bucked up and pressed into my ass. “You got me so hard.”

I hummed in satisfaction, feeling very powerful and...warm. “Tell me what I told you about what wine does to me,” I announced, suddenly remembering our earlier conversation.

Chance laughed and reached for his scotch. “You really wanna know?” He took a sip and I nodded. “Well,” he began, twirling my hair with his fingers. “One of the first nights that you, me and Shayne hung out after you moved in, I came home and you two were finishing off a bottle of Moscato and you told me.”

“Go on,” I encouraged hesitantly, wondering how bad this would be considering I didn't remember it at all.

Chance’s smirk grew wider and it was obvious he was enjoying watching me squirm. “So after you and Shayne finished off that third bottle and she went to bed, you laid your head on my shoulder and I asked if you were tired.” He smiled even brighter at the memory and then continued. “You started giggling and said no, but you wouldn't tell me how you felt. You said it was embarrassing and you would only tell me if I closed my eyes.”

“Did you?” I panted.

Chance nodded and bit down on his lower lip. “I closed my eyes and you scooted closer to me. You whispered directly into my ear, just like this,” he murmured, burying his nose in my hair and nipping at my earlobe before continuing. “You said drinking wine made you feel hot, all over your body, and it made you tingle.” Chance licked the shell of my ear and sighed softly. “I asked you where it tingled and you just laughed. You said I knew where and it was the same place you were throbbing. I opened my eyes and watched you pull on my hand and push it between your legs.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, covering my face with both hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”

He laughed and I peeked out to see him eyeing me up and down. “That wasn't the end of the story, baby. It gets better.”

“No!” I whined. “What else?”

Chance leaned back and ran his hand up and down my leg. “So there I was with my hand on you and you just looked up at me and told me you were wet and horny and...you wanted me. I pressed my fingers a little harder and you let your head fall back against the couch. When I leaned in to kiss you, I realized you had passed out.”

“You wanted to kiss me?” I gasped.

Chance nodded and leaned in close, our foreheads touching. “Fuck yeah, I wanted to kiss you. That night and every night since. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he groaned softly.

I leaned back and scanned his face, needing to make sure he was telling me the truth. “Why did you wait so long to tell me this?”

“Will there be anything else, sir?”

The waiter’s voice brought me around as I glanced up at him, barely able to hide his smirk. “Another bottle of wine?” Chance teased me, earning him a pointed look and a pinch on his side. He simply laughed and told the waiter we just needed the check. He presented it immediately as I remembered I still had Chance’s card. I eased out of Chance’s lap and reached for my clutch. The waiter took the card from me and stepped away to run it.

Chance shot me a glare when I sat in my own chair. I swatted his hand when he tried to touch my bare legs. “You need to behave,” I chided him and gave his groin a judgemental look. “You got a little problem there?” I teased back.

I heard Chance groan as he tossed back the rest of his scotch. “Keep laughing, Cami Baby. I’m about to take you back to the hotel.”

“And?” I prompted, enjoying the rest of my wine while I watched Chance sign his receipt. He stood and pulled me from my seat, hooked his arm around my neck and walked me to his car.

“And I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he admitted seriously as he pressed me against the passenger door. He cupped my face with both hands and sighed. “And I never told you what happened that night because the next morning, you acted like it never happened. I figured you regretted or you were just too drunk to remember. Either way...I tried to forget about it.”

I lifted my fingers to loosen his tie as he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders. “So tell me…” he began. “Was everything you said that night true?”

I smoothed my hands down his chest, my nails scratching over every bump and ridge of his muscular torso through his button down shirt. “Well...I do feel warm and tingly.”

“And throbbing?” Chance paused to grab my hand and press it between his legs. 

I gripped him loosely and pumped him once. “Yes, just like you.”

He hissed as he looked down at my hand. “Do I even need to ask if you’re wet?”

I released him and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Take me back to the hotel and find out.”

“Fuck,” Chance growled as he fumbled with my door and tucked me safely inside his car.

……..

"I'm kinda surprised that this is what you wanted to do when we got back to the hotel."

Chance grinned as he leaned against the shiny elevator wall and watched the numbers tick by. "Is it really that surprising?"

I shrugged and glanced over his body, admiring his black swim trunks and shirtless chest. He turned and caught me staring, his eyes wandering over me in the same manner.

"I guess...I guess I just thought you'd wanna be alone with me," I stammered, suddenly overwhelmed by his intense stare.

Chance moved in front of me, caging me in his arms. "I like this," he smirked, tugging lightly on the lace of my suit. "But it looks more like lingerie than a swimsuit."

I rolled my eyes at his assessment, but I wasn't surprised by it. My black two piece had a lacy overlay from the bust down. I liked that it took some of the attention away from my stomach, but that didn't stop Chance from touching the bare skin under it. I felt kind of strange riding in the elevator without a cover-up, but I decided to go for it.

I looked up at Chance as he hovered over me, holding his body away and keeping his hands flat on the wall behind him. He seemed anxious and even a little nervous when he had returned to the room. I asked him to unzip my dress, sure that things would be moving to the bed soon, but he surprised me by suggesting a late night swim.

"Come on," Chance murmured when the elevator jolted to a stop and the doors slid open.

He pulled my hand as we landed on the first floor. You could hear the music pounding in the nearby lounge. When we got back from dinner, I asked if he wanted another drink in the lounge with Jesse and the other people we had met this weekend. He told me he wanted me all to himself.

I didn't argue with him.

When we arrived at the pool room door, I noticed the lights were off and the door was locked. "We're too late," I sighed.

Chance shot me a mischievous look as he produced a key card and opened the locked door. "Come on," he urged, glancing up and down the hall before pulling me inside.

The room was dark until Chance flipped on a couple switches, illuminating only the lights inside the pool and hot tub. The lights cast a weird, watery show on the wall, bouncing off the glass and giving us just enough light to make it romantic.

Chance dove gracefully into the deep end, slicing through the water beautifully. I couldn't help but smile as I walked down to the opposite end, entering the water at the lowest point. By the time I reached the bottom step, Chance was popping up in front of me, pushing the water away from his hair and face with both hands. When he shook out his hair, sending water droplets all over me, I laughed. "You are crazy."

"Crazy about you," he retorted quickly, wrapping me up in his arms and pulling me close.

His smile fell away when I wrapped my arms and legs around him, allowing him to bring me into the deeper water. I dipped my head back, arching my back until I had fully wet my hair down. "The water's warm," I commented absently as I returned to my previous position.

Chance's eyes were dark with want, peering directly into mine. His grip on me tightened as I curled my hands over the curve of his shoulders. He lowered me into the water further, dipping me down until the water level reached just under my chin. When he pulled me back up, the cool air in the pool room had my skin breaking out in goosebumps and my nipples hardening painfully.

I visibly shivered and Chance smirked, his eyes drifting to my chest and back to my face. He walked me over to the edge, pressing me between himself and the pool wall. "Are you cold?" he sighed, licking his lips slowly.

I opened my mouth to speak, feeling my jaw shake as I did. Chance pressed himself against me tighter, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath fanning over my chilled skin. "I can warm you up," he promised, surprising me by pulling me from the wall and lifting me up to perch on the edge. 

Chance hoisted himself out of the pool beside me, standing beside me and pulling me up with both hands. He guided me to the hot tub where the steam was coming off in billowy waves. After releasing my hand, he lowered himself into the steaming bubbles, hissing at the temperature change.

I dipped in one toe and smiled. "Is it hot enough for you?"

Chance eased all the way in, finding a seat across from me where the bubbles were swirling around him mid-chest. He stretched his arms across the curved outer edge and let his body relax a little more. He eyed me as I took a tentative step down, moving slowly. "It's not as hot as you."

I rolled my eyes at his extra cheesy line, slowly lowering myself into the almost too hot water. Chance cocked his head at me when I sat across from him, carefully keeping my distance. "Come here," he urged, reaching for my ankle.

"No," I argued, kicking my feet at him and creating little splashes.

"Why not?" he pretend-pouted.

I shrugged and glanced around. I went quiet for a moment, knowing that what I wanted to say would most likely make him mad. When I finally caught his gaze again, he was staring at me with his eyebrows raised. "Come here," he growled.

"No," I insisted, running my fingers through the bubbles and avoiding his harsh stare. "I'm tired of playing your games," I finally replied. 

"Games?" he echoed. "What games do I play?"

I rolled my eyes again before stretching out and allowing my body to float on my back. I couldn't hear anything but the hot tub jets blasting under the surface as I hovered near Chance. I gasped when he yanked me by my waist and positioned me on his lap, facing away from him.

"I should spank your ass every time I catch you rolling those eyes at me." He illustrated his point by smoothing his hands down my sides and lower to squeeze my ass.

I smiled and leaned back, pressing my cheek to his. "There you go getting all bossy again."

His body stiffened and he released me.  I could feel his jaw clench and just like when we were up in our room earlier, I felt him holding back. "I wish you'd show me how you really feel about me," I taunted him while arching my back and pointing my hardened nipples to the ceiling. 

Chance let his head fall back and I could hear him panting as he stared up at the ceiling. "Girl...I swear…"

I turned my head and trailed my tongue up the side of his neck. He squeezed the outer edge of the hot tub tightly when I started rotating my hips and lowering myself more insistently against his erection. "Don't you want me?" I purred.

His head snapped forward and his mouth found my earlobe. "You know how dangerous it is to play with me like this, don't you?" I gasped when he gripped my jaw, turned my head and planted his lips on mine, his tongue delving in to taste mine. I felt his fingers toying with my swimsuit bottoms, dipping under the edge and moving lower until he was hovering near my sex. I pulled my head back and gazed up at him. 

"Touch me...please."

I held my breath as I waited for him to do something, anything. After too many agonizing moments of doing nothing, I sighed deeply and stood up. Chance gripped my swimsuit bottoms and slowly slid them down my legs. I glanced toward the door, but I heard him say, "It's locked."

I stepped out of my bottoms and Chance tossed them aside. He gripped my hips and guided me back back down onto his lap with my back pressed tightly to his chest. His mouth went directly to my ear as his hands trailed down my stomach and lower.

"So you think I'm playing games with you?"

I could barely think straight when he used both hands to spread my thighs wide. "I…I just think you're holding back from me. You're denying yourself what you really want."

Chance's teeth nipped at the wet skin just below my ear as his fingers brushed lightly over my sex. "And what do I want, Cami?"

His voice was low and gruff and it was the only thing I ever wanted to hear again. "I don't know," I replied quickly, suddenly not feeling so brave anymore. 

"Yes you do," he growled against my skin. "Tell me now or I stop."

When I felt him pulling his hands away, I whimpered with need. "You want me," I breathed. "You wanna fuck me," I added quickly.

"Are you sure?" he chuckled softly. "Maybe I just like playing with you… watching you get worked up. Did you ever think of that?"

I couldn't even answer him because he had pushed two fingers inside me and my back was arching sharply. His other hand zeroed in on my clit, rubbing over it in a way that had the tension building deep inside me. "Don't stop," I begged, pulling on the top of my suit to release my breasts. I could feel him grinding his hard length against me as I grabbed at my own nipples and twisted them in pleasure. 

Chance was groaning right along with me as his fingers dove in and out of me while the other hand concentrated on stimulating my clit in the most perfect way. "I'm so close," I called out in a breathless voice. His hips were bucking underneath me and picturing him fucking me just like this brought me right to the edge.

But his mouth got me the rest of the way.

He caught my earlobe between his teeth and groaned, "Are you gonna come for me?"

I gasped as my orgasm sent my whole body seizing. I let go of my breasts and reached back to grab Chance's hair as I rode the wave of my release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whimpered softly as I turned my head and caught his lips with mine. Chance's mouth covered mine as my body jerked in his arms. He pulled his fingers out of me and tightened his arms around my midsection. 

He continued to press kisses to my mouth as my body returned to earth. "Holy shit...wow," I gasped. Chance smiled at me and laughed. 

"What's so funny?" I sighed, turning my body in his arms so I could face him.

He cupped my face in his hands and smiled. "Nothing. I just love...I love the way you look when you let go. Absolutely stunning."

On shaky legs, I stood before him and watched as his eyes raked over me. He reached out and took hold of my hips before leaning forward to kiss my mound. I held his shoulders tightly, for fear I would melt into a puddle. He looked up at me and grinned, "You have to let me taste you," he groaned painfully. 

I eased away from him, shaking my head. "Not here," I laughed. "I can't take the heat."

Chance trailed behind me as I climbed out of the hot tub, welcoming the cool air around us. I hurried over to a stack of clean towels and began drying myself off. "You forgot something," he teased, coming to face me with my swimsuit bottoms dangling precariously off the tip of his finger.

I rolled my eyes and reached for them, only to have him snatch them away at the last moment. Wordlessly he knelt in front of me, helping me step back into them. He gazed at my body longingly and my whole body vibrated with need. He wanted to taste me. And I wanted the same thing from him.

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A/N: This seemed like a good place to stop, right? I think the only thing hotter than that hot tub is Chance and Cami's chemistry. What do you think?

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