Chapter 17

“It won’t happen again,” Emma grumbled. She leaned her head against the window. The smooth hum of the car, the warm seat, and her depleted energy levels eventually lulled her to sleep. Will noticed that she had fallen asleep. He thought about waking her, but decided against it. She’d need all the energy she could get. He had decided that Emma needed a reminder of why no one else was supposed to touch her.

​ They arrived at their destination, and Will waited for Emma to wake up. She was pretty, when she tried. He noticed she had brushed her hair and put on some makeup. And that dress sat on her curves in a way that made him want to tear it off. He stared at her for a long time, and before he realized what he was doing, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

​ *Get a grip, Will,* he berated himself. *She’s just another girl.*

​ Emma woke up and found Will staring at her.

​ “I’m sorry,” she yawned. “I must have fallen asleep. Where are we?”

​ “We’re going for a swim,” Will answered. “Come on.”

​ “I don’t know how to swim,” Emma said as they walked inside. “And I don’t have a swimsuit.”

​ “Don’t worry, I can teach you. I am an excellent swimmer, and I’ve arranged for swimsuits to be delivered. Emma’s mind conjured an image of Will in swim trunks hanging low on his hips, his chest glistening with water. That dangerous gleam in his eyes as he stalked towards her. *I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of how hot he is.*

​ They walked into the pool area. The pool itself was huge, with a hot tub at the far end. The ceiling was glass. During this day, this would have been a great place to lay in the sun. The lights were dimmed, and there were towels and two packages on one of the lush pool chairs.

​ Will walked over to where the packages were, and gestured that one was hers.

​ “Get changed,” he commanded as he began to strip down, his eyes never leaving hers.

​ “Um, is there a changing room or…” Emma looked away.

​ “No,” he smirked. He was pulling on his swimming shorts, and Emma felt her face grow hot. “You can change right here.”

​ “Emma looked at the swim suit he selected for her. It was the smallest black bikini she had ever seen. Her face was fully red now. This would leave nothing to the imagination. Will chuckled as he got into the water.

​ “Have you forgotten I’ve seen every inch you already? We’ve had sex, Emma.”

​ “Yeah, but this is…”

​ “You’re mine now, remember? I’ve had you in a way no one else has. Now strip.”

​ Emma was certain her whole body was as red as rose at this point. But she did as he said. She stepped out of her sandals, and unbuttoned her dress. It fell to the floor like a puddle around her. The undergarments she wore now would cover more than that damned bikini. With her eyes to the floor, she hurried to finish undressing.

​ “Slower,” Will said, his voice low and husky. She looked up and her earlier fantasy had come to life. Will’s broad chest glistened with droplets of water, he was looking at her with hunger in eyes. “Slow down.”

​ Emma nodded and she continued to strip her clothes off. She could feel his eyes burning her skin. A familiar ache grew between her thighs and she bit her lower lip. It couldn’t have taken more than a couple of minutes to shed her clothes and put on the scraps of fabric he dared to call a bikini, but it felt like an eternity.

​ “Now come here,” he commanded. Emma walked slowly towards the pool. She was scared of the water, but almost more scared of the hunter that waited in it.

​ Suddenly a wicked smile came over Will’s face and he reached out and yanked her into the pool. She screamed as she went into, plunged into watery oblivion. As she fought with her certain doom, she felt something grab her and her pull out of the water. Will laughed as he held her against his chest.

​ “You weren’t kidding,” he teased.

​ “That was mean,” Emma said. Will arms wound all the way around her. Her hands clutched onto his broad shoulders. Her face rested his chest. She tried to calm her breathing down, but once she caught her breath from scared, she lost it again. She could feel the rumble in his chest from when he laughed.

​ “Oh, I can be much meaner than that,” he taunted her.

​ “You said, you’d teach me to swim,” Emma whispered, not trusting herself to move or say much else. William Stewart was horrible. He was egotistical, self-absorbed, possessive, narcissistic, arrogant, and mean. But she’d learn that there was a giving side of him. He hired a carer for her father. She never asked him for that. There was also this side of him. The predator, the insatiable hunter that made her feel things she never thought she could feel. He was probably the sexiest man she’d ever seen.

​ “We’re swimming right now,” he grinned at her. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at her. His hands trailed along her back, and before she realized what was happening, her bikini bottoms were floating away.

​ “How did you do that?” she marveled. Will chuckled as he lowered his head down towards her.

​ “Magic,” he said into her neck. Emma opened to her mouth to respond, but instead let out a small moan, as Will began to kiss along her neck. He sucked at a pulse point, and Emma felt wet between her legs instantly, and it had nothing to do with the pool water.

​ Will’s hands travelled down her body, leaving trails of fire no water could extinguish. Her hands went to his hair, but he stopped.

​ “No,” he said. “Don’t move. At all.”

​ Emma was confused, but then Will’s fingers plunged into her slit and all lucid thoughts left her mind. His thumb rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves and Emma forget about everything except for Will’s hand. She let out a loud moan, and another chuckle vibrating through Will’s body. He captured her lips in a searing kiss. Emma responded the best she could without moving. She wanted to tangled her fingers in his wet hair, to feel the taut muscles in his back as he moved her against. She wanted him inside of her.

​ “You like that?”

​ “Yes,” Emma answered feeling like she would cum any second. Just before her sweet release came, Will stopped.

​ “No,” Emma protested without thinking. In response, Will moved her to the edge of the pool, and sat her on it. He stared at her as he took off her bikini.

​ “Why bother getting me one if you were just going to take it off?” Emma asked, feeling drunk from pleasure.

​ “So that I could watch you put it on,” Will answered. His mouth captured one her breasts and he sucked hard.

​ “Oh my God,” Emma breathed. Will’s teeth grazed over her hardened nipple, and Emma let out a long moan. “Will,” she breathed his name, and he should feel him smile against her skin. He continued trailing slow, sloppy kisses all down her body. Each kiss set of fireworks on her skin.

“Will,” she called his out name again.

“Yes?” he asked with fake innocence.

“Please,” she begged, her body arching into his.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “I like it when you beg.” Will looked up at her one more time before eyeing his ultimate destination. Emma saw her bikini float along in the pool as Will’s head went lower and lower.