She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance by Kaci Rose (websites to read books for free txt) 📕

He leans in and kisses my cheek, "Don't be long."

Once he goes outside, I take a deep breath and head to the downstairs bathroom. It's almost as big as the bathroom upstairs with one wall of mirrors. These would make for some interesting angles to fool around with. I stand there looking at my flush cheeks and think of Dallas, slapping my ass, twice.

The blush on my face deepens. I shouldn't have liked that as much as I did. Did he really say he hasn't been with anyone in this house, much less his bed? Damn. Why is that such a turn on?

I fix my hair and pull it up, so it won't get wet, while I'm in the pool or be in my way, while I'm tanning. I grab the sunscreen, a towel, and go out to the pool.

I stop dead in my tracks, because I find Dallas already in the pool swimming laps. His tan skin and muscles on full display, as he glides through the water. My legs carry me closer to the pool, and I just watch him mesmerized.

At the other end of the pool, he flips and heads back towards me. As he nears the wall, he slows and stands, wiping the water from his face, before looking up at me.

"You going to stand there all day, or are you joining me?" He asks.

I clear my throat and try to form words.

"I'll join you in a bit. I need to put on some sunscreen." I hold up the sunscreen in my hand.

"Need some help?" He asks.

I smirk, him putting sunscreen on me is just the start of the many fantasies I've had of him in this pool. But it seems like a good place to start.

"Sure," I say and head back towards one of the lounge chairs. Hearing the water dripping on the concrete, I know he isn't far behind me. I set my stuff down on the chair and turn back to find his eyes on me, as he dries off with his towel.

Without breaking eye contact, I grab the hem of my cover-up dress and slowly pull it over my head, leaving me in just the skimpy bikini I put on earlier. His eyes heat, as he looks over every inch of my body.

"Fuck, you’re beautiful." He says, as he places his hands on my hips. I look up at him, as his lips land on mine. It's a short, sweet kiss, before he’s turning me around, so my back is to his chest. His hands pull me against him, and his cock rests against my ass.

His hands slowly slide up my stomach towards my chest, before he grabs my breasts and kisses my neck. I reach up and wrap a hand around his neck.

"God, you're perfect. Sexy, beautiful, and mine." He lightly grazes his teeth over my ear lobe, before taking a step back. "Let's get that sunscreen on you. We don't want you to burn."

I sit down on the lounge chair, trying to regain some self-control, as he sits behind me, and he starts rubbing sunscreen on my neck, shoulders, and back. He takes it slow, rubbing circles and smoothing it in well. His touch is just firm enough to massage some of the tension from my shoulders, and I can't stop the moan that slips out.

His sharp intake of breath lets me know he's feeling this too, as he rubs further down my body.

"Lay down on your back." He says, his voice laced with lust.

I do as he says, wanting to see how far he will take this. His eyes roam my body again, before he squeezes more sunscreen on to his hands and starts on my arm, but his eyes never leave mine. When the sunscreen is all rubbed in, he moves to the other arm. It's such an innocent touch, but with the intensity of his eyes, the sensations filling me from just his touch, it's already so much more.

After both arms are done, he starts on my shoulders and rubs down my chest. He pays more attention than necessary to my breasts, and his hands slip under the triangle of fabric and pushes it to the side.

"Need to make sure I get every inch of skin." He murmurs, seconds before he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. He groans, and I can feel the vibrations to my core.

He pulls back and sensually rubs my breasts, before moving the fabric back into place and moving to the other to repeat the motion.

He continues rubbing lotion on my stomach and down to my bikini bottoms. He moves along the top, like he's teasing me, before dipping under the fabric. I raise my hips, encouraging him on to touch me where I need him most, but he doesn't. He scoots back and starts rubbing lotion on to my foot, and then slowly moves up my leg.

His eyes on me are intense, as he works the lotion into my skin. Smoothing the lotion into my thighs, each slow stoke gets closer and closer to my center, where I need him. His fingers ghost over my slit, before he moves to put lotion on my other foot.

He repeats the process of slowly moving up my leg. I'm so turned on I'm aching for him, and if he doesn't touch me soon, I might combust. As he gets closer to my pussy, his fingers tease me over the fabric, spreading my legs and moving to kneel on the lounge chair. He runs both hands up my thighs and massages them right against the edge of the fabric.

When his eyes meet mine again, we lock on each other, and he unties the bottom of my suit.

"Have to make sure we get lotion everywhere." He says.

Without taking his eyes off me, he lowers his mouth and takes a long, slow lick up my slit. The sensation of having his tongue on me after all the