To ruin an Omega

Chapter 293: WOLO 1 (M)

FIA

He pushed his wet hair back from his face, water streaming down his jaw and neck. His shirt clung to every line of his chest and shoulders in a way that made my mouth go dry.

“Our clothes are completely ruined now,” he said, voice low and accusing, but his eyes were bright with something that wasn’t anger. “Because of you.”

I grinned, pushing my own soaked hair out of my face. “I can see towels over there.” I gestured vaguely toward the pool house. “So we’ll be fine.”

He moved closer through the water, slow and deliberate. “You know what they say about getting clothes wet.”

“What do they say?”

“They’re much easier to take off.”

I rolled my eyes even as heat bloomed low in my belly. “That was terrible.”

“Was it?” He was still moving toward me, cutting through the water with lazy confidence.

“Absolutely corny.”

“And yet you’re blushing.”

“I’m not—” I splashed water at him. “We’re in public, Cian. Anyone could walk up on us.”

He caught my wrist mid-splash, pulling me closer with an easy tug. Water lapped between us as the space disappeared.

“Well, you are my wife.” His thumb traced slow circles on the inside of my wrist. “I don’t think that should bother us.” His other hand found my waist under the water. “I’m sure they can always just turn the other way.”

My breath hitched. I tried to swim backward, create distance, but he followed. One smooth stroke forward for every one of mine back until my shoulders hit the pool’s edge.

I was cornered.

His arms came up on either side of me, caging me in. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes. The sun caught in his eyes and turned them molten.

“You were the one who said we only live once.” His voice dropped to something darker, rougher. His mouth hovered near my ear, so close I felt his breath against my wet skin. “I’ve never done it in a pool before.”

The words sent electricity straight down my spine.

I scoffed, trying to maintain some composure even as my heart hammered. “What does that mean?”

“It could be an adventure.” His lips barely brushed the shell of my ear. “Something to make us forget everything else for a while.”

“Cian—”

“Would it feel less embarrassing,” he murmured, nose trailing along my jaw, “if I said I could feel eyes on us right now?” His hand slid higher on my waist, thumb brushing just under my ribs. “And I think we should do naughty things to make them less interested in watching us.”

My eyes widened. “Are you for real?”

I tried to turn, to look and see if someone was actually there, but his hand came up and cupped my jaw, keeping my face forward. Keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Don’t distract yourself,” he whispered.

Then he kissed me.

It wasn’t soft or tentative. It was all consuming. His mouth moved against mine like he was drowning and I was air. One hand threaded into my wet hair, angling my head exactly how he wanted it. The other pressed flat against the small of my back, pulling me flush against him until there was nothing between us but soaked fabric and heated skin.

I gasped against his mouth and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until my knees went weak. Good thing we were in water. Good thing his body was pinning me to the pool’s edge because I was fairly certain I would have melted into nothing.

His teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged. A sound escaped me that I didn’t recognize—needy, desperate and completely shameless.

“That’s it,” he breathed against my mouth. “Let them hear.”

His hand slid down from my back, fingers trailing along my hip, then lower, skimming the outside of my thigh under the water. Every nerve ending I had came alive.

The world narrowed to just this—his mouth on mine, his hands on my body, the cool water and the burning heat between us. Nothing else existed. Not the threats. Not the danger. Not the weight we’d been carrying.

Just him. Just this.

His hands moved to the hem of my soaked sweater. The fabric clung to my skin, heavy with water. He tugged it upward slowly, his knuckles grazing my stomach, my ribs and my breasts. The wet material fought him but he was patient, peeling it away inch by torturous inch.

“Lift your arms,” he commanded softly.

I obeyed. The sweater came off over my head and he tossed it onto the pool deck behind me. It landed with a wet slap against the concrete.

His eyes dropped to the shirt I wore underneath. It was thin, nearly transparent now that it was soaked through. My bra was visible beneath it. So was the outline of my nipples pressing against the fabric.

“This too,” he said.

His fingers found the buttons. He worked them open one by one, never breaking eye contact. The anticipation was killing me. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent sparks racing through my nervous system.

The shirt finally came undone and he pushed it off my shoulders. It joined the sweater on the deck.

Now I was left in just my bra and pants. The now cool air kissed my exposed skin. I shivered but not from cold.

“Your turn,” I said.

My hands went to his shirt. The buttons were harder to work through when wet but I managed. I pushed the fabric aside, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Water droplets clung to his skin, trailing down the grooves of his abs.

I helped him shrug out of it and threw it somewhere behind him. I didn’t care where it landed.

“Better?” I asked.

“Not even close.”

His hands went to my bra clasp. He unhooked it with practiced ease and pulled it away. My breasts were bare to him now, nipples hard from the water and his attention.

He stared at me like I was something precious. Something he wanted to worship and devour all at once.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

Then his mouth was on me. He ducked his head and took one nipple between his lips. The sensation made me gasp. His tongue swirled around the peak before he sucked hard enough to make my back arch off the pool wall.

His hand came up to cup my other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple in teasing circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him there, encouraging him to continue.

He switched sides and gave my other breast the same attention. Sucking, licking and biting gently until I was panting. Until I was making sounds I’d never made before.

“Cian,” I moaned. “Please.”

He pulled back, his lips swollen and wet. “Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“You know what I mean.”

He smiled. That devastating smile that made my knees weak. “Tell me exactly what you want, Fia. I want to hear you say it.”

Heat flooded my cheeks but I met his eyes. “I want you to touch me. Between my legs. I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

“Good girl.”

His hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, then between my thighs. Even through the fabric of my pants, I could feel the pressure of his touch. He rubbed me through the material and I nearly came undone right there.

“These need to come off,” he said.

My fingers fumbled with the button of my pants. The wet fabric made everything harder but I finally got it undone. Pushed the zipper down. Cian hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down my legs.

The movement was awkward in the water but we managed. I kicked the pants off and they sank to the bottom of the pool. I’d worry about fishing them out later.

Now I was down to just my underwear. The thin lace did nothing to hide how wet I was. And I wasn’t talking about pool water.

“These too,” Cian said, his fingers toying with the edge of my panties.

I nodded, beyond words.

He slid them down my legs and added them to the growing pile of clothes at the bottom of the pool. Now I was completely bare to him.

“Your turn,” I managed to say. “Fair is fair.”

He made quick work of his belt and pants. Pushed them down his hips along with his briefs. His cock sprang free. It was hard, thick and ready.