Deviant Desires

There she was.

Miranda Jenkins in the flesh. And nearly all of it.

Alexander grabbed the ledge at the deep end of the pool and pretended to adjust his goggles while he checked her out. Her unexpected arrival had completely sabotaged his goal of achieving a new personal best today. No matter. He could try to beat his record another day. Getting Miranda’s attention was more important.

Priorities.

Whether she knew it or not, she was in the presence of the infamous Kenton University sex god, and he was ready for her audience. She was the Department of Psychology’s newest lecturer and his new next-door neighbor. Three weeks had gone by since she moved in and snared his attention. She’d been using those big green eyes and voluptuous breasts to taunt his masculine need ever since.

Alexander slid the goggles to his brow to get a better look. That body was sublime. She looked sexy as hell in a plain, modest dress suit, let alone a solid-black triangle bikini. Touched by a full summer’s worth of sunrays, her radiant flesh looked a delicious shade of bronze. She had handfuls of dark, curly hair that she hadn’t yet styled the same way twice. Today it was pulled up in a ponytail and hung in a thick braid over her shoulder.

Mesmerized by her beauty, Alexander swam toward her, taking time to admire her petite form. He didn’t care if she noticed him staring. Maybe he wanted her to notice. Needed her to notice. She was every sex-starved man’s eye candy, and she damned well knew it.

As he eased his gaze from her breasts, down her tummy, and then over her perfectly shaped hips, he had to clench his teeth to keep his jaw from falling in the water. Surprisingly, she didn’t have the slender body he’d envisioned in his latest fantasies. Her tiny waist and five-foot-nothing stature was a deception. Under those modest dress suits, she was an absolute hardbody, and he pitied any poor chap who thought he could cop a feel without an invitation.

Her toned, athletic form was surely the envy of every woman who’d seen her this close to naked. Alexander inspected every inch of her, right down to the bright purple nail polish on her toes. God, even her feet were perfect.

She’s flawless.

Just the thought of getting her in bed triggered a groan. It was easy to imagine all the ways he could satisfy her. He ached for a chance to kiss those heart-shaped lips, massage those breasts, and harness her arousal until she begged him to take her.

And did he ever want to take her.

He closed his eyes and envisioned her coming to orgasm beneath him. On top of him. In front of him. All over him. If the opportunity to go home with her ever came along, Alexander promised himself he would seize it. No matter what it took, he was going to make Miranda Jenkinswantto be his next playmate.

She set her blue-and-white-striped towel on the bench right next to his yellow towel. As she took small, cautious steps toward the tile stairs, she wound her braid into a bun atop her head and used the elastic band around her wrist to fix it in place. Then, as she dipped one foot at a time into the pool, she gingerly dragged her fingers along the railing. Her perfectly manicured fingernails were painted to match her toes.

She sank into the water and dipped her head back to wet her hair. He groaned aloud when she came back up, her body glistening like the most divine naiad in ancient mythology.

My god, Alexander. Get a grip. She’s just one woman.

He’d been staring like a child with his face pressed up against the window of a candy store long enough. It was time to stop ogling and start planning his move. He pulled his goggles over his eyes before she could catch him staring.

Too late.

Miranda looked right at him.

Blood rushed to his head. Humiliation spilled over him like a tidal wave.

To his relief, she spread those kissable lips into a sweet smile and dispelled the embarrassment when she mouthed “hi,” and waved her fingers at him.

He returned a crooked smile and a curt nod before she glided under the water in the lane next to his. It may have been only his imagination, but he could have sworn the pool’s temperature climbed a few degrees now that she was in it.

Occasionally, he glanced at Miranda as she swam by. He couldn’t get enough of watching her glide so elegantly through the water. The breaststroke, naturally, was her style of choice. Her leisurely pace gave him time to appreciate her every movement, from her in-sweep to her out-sweep.

Visions of hot, torrid sex raced through his mind each time he closed his eyes. Blazing hot tingles coursed through his veins as he fantasized about holding her naked body against his. He imagined those lips smothering his body with an abundance of sweet, sensual kisses, and her tongue painting his most sensitive flesh.

The last time he’d been this fixated on bedding a woman was all but a distant memory. Sex came easily when he wanted it to, though he never wanted anything more than that. In the last few years, establishing a name for himself in the world of biochemical research had become far more important than establishing a romantic relationship. Not that he sought romance with Miranda. Having her for an occasional sex partner would suffice. And, if she was a single, like-minded woman, a sizzling no-strings-attached affair was not beyond reach.

As far as he knew, she lived alone and wasn’t dating. Three weekends ago, when he offered to carry some boxes to her flat, there was no sign of a lover or children. She seemed to spend most of her evenings alone outside on the balcony, either reading a book or soaking up the last of the summer rays. The wall between their bedrooms was hardly more than a partition. There hadn’t been any action in her bedroom, or he would have heard it.

It wouldn’t be long before that changed. She was a rare and divine beauty, and he wasn’t the only bachelor on the block who’d taken notice. If he wanted a go at her, he had to make it happen before someone else yanked her off the market. He could only imagine how many other people had fucking Miranda Jenkins six ways to Sunday on their minds.

With that thought in his head, he closed his eyes and the erotic visions came racing back. There she was again, tattooed to the backs of his eyelids. Her bare, radiant flesh… Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him closer, feeding his cock deeper into her… Her lips parting for him, moaning while he fucked her good and hard. He imagined the sound of her tender moans turning into delightful screams as she came for him.

“Dammit.” He cursed aloud when he swam headfirst into the wall at the shallow end of the pool. He pressed his feet to the bottom, stood up, and shook his head, splashing water in every direction. As he dragged his forearm across his brow, he pulled his goggles down around his neck and pushed his hair back.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Miranda wiping her face and blinking water from her eyes.

“Miranda, my apologies. I didn’t see you there.”

Clearly. Another three feet of lane stretched on behind her.Shewas the solid wall he’d swum into.

“It’s quite all right.” She offered a polite smile and swept back the one tress of hair that was still plastered to his face. His face tingled where her fingernail touched, just like he imagined it would. “I’d have moved, but you seemed to be giving it your all. I wasn’t sure you’d slow down in time.”

He chuckled and looked again at how close he’d come to letting his fantasy drive him straight into a cement wall. “Wouldn’t that have been a brilliant addition to Alexander’s Archive of Mortifying Moments?” Although, he wasn’t sure swimming right into Miranda Jenkins was any less humiliating.

“If it had been me, it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time. You’re not the only one with a history of blunders at the local swimming pool.”

“Slammed into a couple of walls after a good swim, have you?”

“That, among other things, yes. I’ve had my fair share of fails and wipeouts. I should tell you about them sometime.” She folded her arms under her breasts, and he wasn’t shy about looking right at them.

“Perhaps you and I can trade stories over a bottle of wine.” He wiped the water trickling down his face away before it could blur his vision.

“I’d like that.”

He liked her enthusiasm and the way her lips spread into a smile.

Jackpot.

“Brilliant. Sometime this week?”

“Tuesday, if that’s all right.” She rubbed her arms where goosebumps flecked her skin and made for the edge of the pool.

“Tuesday, of course.” He followed in her wake and waited until she hoisted herself out of the water before climbing out.

When he rose to full height, he caught Miranda running her eyes up and down his half-nakedness. His swim trucks clung like a second skin, giving her a perfect opportunity to imagine what he looked like without them. He wanted to believe the sly grin on her face meant she’d done exactly that. Alexander was a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark-brown eyes and thick, dark hair that grew just past his shoulders.

Water dripped from her hair between her breasts and cascaded down her body. She was covered in goosebumps, and he used them as his excuse to act on the opportunity to touch the flesh he’d been dreaming of.

“You must be cold.” He touched the backs of his fingers to her arm, as if such a delicate touch would take the chill away, and then promptly withdrew his hand.

“A little, yes.”

As much as he wanted to feel every inch of her, he had to restrain himself. An invitation was imminent. He could feel it. “I can show you to the steam room if you’d like to warm up.”

Miranda pulled the elastic band from her hair and squeezed the excess water from her braid. “Oh, that would be grand. Thank you.”

He didn’t care much for the steam room, but he wouldn’t pass up the chance to be near her in private for a few minutes. Alexander opened the glass door for Miranda and stepped aside to let her in first.

“You’ll be joining me, won’t you?”

“For as long as I can handle it.”

Early-morning lane swimmers made very little use of the tiny steam room in favor of the massive hot tub. Unfortunately, within a half hour, the pool would be open to public swimmers and the steam room would quickly meet its capacity.

Once the door sealed the room shut, the steam grew so dense, Alexander could barely see the bottom riser until he practically banged his shin against it. Miranda sat on the second riser where the steam wasn’t quite as thick as it was around the third. He sat beside her and watched as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I think this is just what I needed.” She reached over and gently squeezed Alexander’s hand, but let him go before he had time to appreciate her touch.

With her head lain back, she let her breasts rise and fall as she took slow, calculated breaths. He didn’t have to look any closer to know such generous breasts didn’t come naturally. It took every bit of self-control to keep from palming them. He may have had explicit thoughts, but he was a reserved and respected man who never dared to assume a smile or gesture was an invitation to touch.

She hummed melodically and then smiled, showing Alexander a perfect row of white teeth. “Isn’t this serene? I could enjoy this every day. You?”

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as well. “Only if the company were as pleasant as it is today.”

The sound in her throat was something between a moan and a giggle. “I love how the steam makes your skin tingle all over. It’s sort of like a million imaginary fingertips tickling you all over. Don’t you think?”

He cracked his eye open to glance at her. “I haven’t thought of it like that. Perhaps it’s because I’m partial to the less-imaginary fingertips of a beautiful woman tickling me all over.”

She laughed and tickled his arm until his skin sported goosebumps. She laughed again, and he turned his head to soak up her beauty. “Like that?”

“Quite like that, actually.”

She leaned toward him and crossed her legs. Her foot came within an inch of his leg. She moved closer, and then her lips were suddenly touching his.

It barely took him a second to respond. He returned the kiss and just managed to touch her face before she pulled away. For a moment, he thought his mind had played a trick on him.

Did Miranda Jenkins just kiss me?

Their eyes met again, and for the first time, he was held captive by her hungry, lustful gaze.

“I thought you would enjoy that,” she finally said.

“I did. Very much.”

Miranda was a clever woman. She didn’t have to be a psychologist to interpret his not-so-subtle body language. She knew just how badly he wanted her. No, not wanted her. Needed her.

She brushed away some of the hair that covered his face. “You have lovely eyes, Alexander.”

He caught her hand and caressed her palm. Her fingers curled loosely around his thumb, exposing that sexy violet nail polish. “Thank you. I can’t seem to take them off you.”

She had an exotic look about her. Mediterranean, maybe?

He stroked his thumb across her lips before combing his fingers behind her ear. She took a deep breath and expelled it in a heavy sigh.

“You’re not seeing anyone, are you?”

“No, I’m only in London for the year. I have no interest in spending it looking for boyfriends.”

“And what about friends with benefits?”

Her smile was perfectly mischievous. “You could say I’m open to casual sex, yes. It’s far less complicated.”

“Brilliant.” Alexander leaned closer to her. “I quite enjoy uncomplicated, casual sex.”

Miranda touched his chest just as he moved in to claim another kiss. He pressed his lips hard against hers, and she moaned with approval when he coaxed her into a deep kiss. He parted his lips and rolled her onto his lap.

Miranda trapped him between her thighs and opened her mouth to him. With the woman of his fantasies right where he wanted her, he didn’t hesitate to deliver the kiss he’d already experienced in countless daydreams. He curled his hands around her throat and held her in place as their tongues danced.

They parted for just a moment and smiled at one another. Miranda gave him one more kiss before sitting back to catch her breath. “My god, it’s hot in here.” She closed her eyes and dragged her arm across her brow. “Are you doing all right?”

He laid both hands on her legs and caressed her thighs. “Definitely all right.” Amidst the thick cloud of white-hot steam, he thought he saw a devious grin.

When Miranda rubbed her clad breasts against his chin, a verbal invitation to touch them no longer seemed necessary. He moved his hands up her sides, cautiously slithered his fingers over her ribs, and then traced his thumbs along the outside edges of her swim top.

“You have amazing breasts, Miranda. May I indulge myself a little?”

She moaned her response, grabbed his hands, and pressed them hard against her breasts. Her nipples puckering in response to his touch. She moaned again, harder, when he pinched and pulled them through the thick, quality material.

He wanted to keep those moans rolling and pulled one cup aside. With her breast exposed, he was quick to fix his mouth around it and swirled his tongue around her dark-cherry nipple. He palmed the other breast and kneaded her, liking the firm weight in his hand.

She grabbed handfuls of his hair and held him to her breast. He captured the other nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue against it until it hardened into a tight bud.

Miranda thrust her hips hard against him until it was impossible to keep his arousal in check. He slipped a hand between their bodies and feathered his fingers against her clit. She flinched as he sought her wetness, and as he stroked her, she captured his mouth and gave him another sensational kiss.

Her fists were tangled in his hair, and as their kiss became more intense, so did his ministrations. A series of muffled moans assured him that she liked the way he clawed deep inside her pussy until it leaked like a busted faucet.

Following a hard, desperate moan, he rolled his thumb over her sensitive bud, and her body spasmed right there in his lap. He wrapped an arm tight around her waist to hold her still. She gasped, and he pumped two fingers in and out until the wetness gushed out of her and seeped into his trunks.

“My god,” he breathed as the warmth of her juice soaked his cock, “you feel… so good, Miranda. Would you like me to fuck you tonight?”

She gasped and twitched in his lap. “You’re making me so hot. I want you to fuck me right now.”

He growled low in his throat and put his lips to her ear. “If I knew no one would walk in on us, I’d be obliged to take you right here.”

Disappointment echoed in the moan that followed. Now that his fantasy was coming alive, he wasn’t about to let anything ruin it. Knowing he could still give her a mind-blowing orgasm, he wrapped a hand tight around her throat and sucked hard at the tender flesh behind her ear.

Her next breath came in a quick gasp and then it eased out in the most erotic moan he’d ever heard. She was close to coming. He could feel it. Her intimate warmth felt slick around his fingers, and she clenched his shoulders tight, digging her nails into him as he wriggled vigorously inside her.

He pleasured her until hot, silky wetness coated his fingers. Miranda cried hard, clearly forgetting that their escapade was unfolding without the promise of absolute privacy. To reserve what little privacy they had, he pressed his lips against hers and silenced her with a kiss.

As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed against him, limp and sated. She rested her head on his shoulder and seemed to enjoy the comfort of his embrace. He held her close and dragged his fingers over her back as she rested.

Between the excitement of their embrace and the dense heat surrounding them, he wasn’t going to be able to tolerate the steam room much longer. She raised her head, and he wearily wiped his hand across his brow.

“We’ve been in here long enough.” Miranda climbed off his lap and took him by the hand. She pushed the door open, and in a cloud of thick, hot steam, they stepped back onto the pool deck. She let go of his hand and turned to face him.

“About what you said in there,” she began with a wicked grin, “your place, or mine?”

“Yours,” he answered without hesitation.

“Six o’clock?”

He flashed a devious grin of his own and rubbed his hands up her arms to her shoulders.

“I’ll be there.”