"I think the last time I was in a hot tub, I was about twelve years old," Mia said, sitting across from Beau as bubbles massaged every inch of her body from the neck down.
"Really?" he asked, his eyebrows arched in shock. "I love the hot tub. I try to come out here at least once or twice a week for a few minutes. I don't always have time."
"Even in the summer?"
"Well, I don't turn the heat on very high then, but yeah. I like the pool, too, but the hot tub is more relaxing."
Mia's eyes traveled over to the pool nearby. It was a bit too chilly for a swim that evening, but she could imagine herself lounging out there on a summer day beneath the palm trees, the scent of the array of flowers from the perfectly manicured landscape filling her lungs.
"How was work?" Beau asked, snapping her out of her imagination and back to him. Why would she ever feel the need to let her mind wander when she was sitting here with such a fine looking gentleman?
"It was okay." She knew better than to tell him what Sam had requested of her that morning. Later in the day, after lunch, he'd called her back in and had her lean over the desk, but he hadn't touched her. Mia had left disappointed, and she could still feel the ache Sam had created within her every time she pictured him in her mind.
Beau raised an eyebrow at her, and she realized that he wanted to know more, that he wanted the details. She wasn't willing to give them to him, though. What she did with Sam was not his business. It wasn't as if she were his girlfriend. If she was... maybe he would be entitled to ask, but he'd have to understand her job was her job, and she wasn't going to give it up any time soon.
Rather than acknowledging the question in his eyes, she asked, "How was your day?"
With a shrug, he said, "It was okay. I didn't get much work done, though."
"Why is that?" she asked. Her eyes kept dropping down to check out his well-chiseled chest. She'd seen him in just his swim trunks before they got in the pool, and his physique had her mind wandering. She wanted to trail her fingers down his chest to the six pack she'd glimpsed earlier... maybe lower....
"I couldn't concentrate on my job today," Beau said, his fingers stretching closer to hers along the edge of the spa.
"You couldn't?" she asked, wondering where he was going with this.
As his fingers tangled with hers, Beau slid a little closer to her. "Nope. I kept thinking about you."
Mia couldn't help but smile at him. She'd been distracted by thoughts of him most of the day as well-when she wasn't thinking about his brother.
Taking her by the hand, Beau pulled her through the water, and she willingly let him. She assumed he'd just want her to sit closer to him, but he pulled her onto his lap.
He was aroused. She could feel it through the fabric of his swim trunks. His hands on the bare flesh of her rib cage had her losing her breath. Wearing a bikini had a big step for her. There was nowhere to hide in the tiny swimsuit. But when Mia had settled on the cheetah print two-piece she'd picked out at the store the other day, she knew it was because she couldn't keep denying the way she was feeling inside-about both of the brothers.
Beau's lips found hers, and the last puff of hair was extinguished from her lungs. His tongue was doing all the talking, tangling with hers as he made his intention known. Mia twisted beneath the surface, and Beau turned her so that she was straddling him.
It was a dangerous position, particularly with the lack of clothing she had on. She was pressed up against him and could feel his manhood throbbing between her legs, sending the ache she'd been feeling all day to a fever pitch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and Mia let out a moan as his hands grabbed hold of her bottom and pulled her even closer.
With Beau's mouth on her neck, Mia slid her hand down his chest. The sculpture she'd seen earlier was a solid wall of marble beneath her fingers, his abs like a washboard. Not knowing what else to do with her mouth since his was continuing to explore further down her neck to her shoulder, she tipped her head and found his ear, giving it a tug with her teeth. Beau, whispered, "Oh, God, Mia," and she knew she was in trouble.
He lifted a hand to her breast. Thoughts of Sam touching her earlier came to mind. He hadn't moved her bra out of the way, and she'd wanted him to. Would Beau remove the thin barrier of wet fabric?
His thumb found her nipple. He rolled it, bringing it to life, but each touch was so gentle, so tender, so unlike his brother. His hands moved around to the back of her bikini, where the ties were, and he stopped.
Mia looked into his blue eyes, and she realized he was asking for permission.
She ran her hand across his cheek, and then plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, hoping that would be answer enough.
Beau understood her meaning and pulled the bottom tie of her bikini string undone. Normally, Mia would've been embarrassed to think of someone seeing her topless, but she trusted Beau and wanted him to touch her. He pulled the top string as well, and the wet fabric fell away.
"Holy fuck," Beau muttered, looking at her breasts in the soft light of the stars and the garden lights. "You're so beautiful, Mia."
Not knowing what to say, she found his lips again, and his hands didn't hesitate to explore her chest. His touch was gentle, cupping her at first and then moving to her nipples where he pulled and rubbed, bringing them to hardened peaks quickly. Mia moaned against his mouth. She had no idea a man's touch could bring such heavenly sensations to her entire body, but she craved it, wanting more.
Beau didn't disappoint. He freed his mouth from hers and lowered his head, licking her left nipple. Mia gasped. His teeth tugged and pulled her flesh, and then he began to suck as his other hand continued to tease her other nipple. Mia ran her hands through his wet hair, spreading her legs further as she pressed herself against him, wishing he was inside her. If his mouth could bring her such intense pleasure, what could the rest of him do.
Panting and moaning, Mia ran her hands down to his waist, wanting to free him of his swim trunks, but as her fingers met elastic, Beau stopped and put some space between them. "Mia, we should stop."
At first, she thought perhaps she hadn't heard him correctly. "What's that?"
"We should stop. I want you, believe me, more than anything, but I think we should take this slow-slower, anyway. I don't want you to make any decisions you might regret."
"Why would I regret it?" she asked, looking into his blue eyes.
He smiled at her and ran his hand through her damp hair. "I hope you never regret anything we do together, Mia, but I want to make sure. This is all new to you, and I want you to have time to process."
She understood, and now that he was no longer kissing her and her breasts were hidden by the water, she thought he was probably right. But did he think his brother would be so kind? If Sam decided he wanted her, she realized there'd be no stopping to reason with that man.
Had Beau just handed her virginity to his brother?