FF #179 Prompt: Send in the Clowns

Part Thirteen

She surfaced the water gasping for air. "I cannot believe you just did that!" Dipping her head back into the water to arrange her hair out of her face, Elizabeth took delight in the crystal water. Once she straightened, she did her best to glare at the man who stood on the shore, smiling a smile so sexy; she could hardly contain one of her own. "What if I couldn't swim?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "You can swim."

"Yes, but you didn't know that."

Yes he did, but he wasn't about to share that information with her. Jason didn't know how she would react to him knowing almost everything about her—including the swimming lesson's she had until she was seven—because of the file he had on her in his desk drawer. Working in the business, Jason knew that people didn't like having their entire life summed up in a file folder, especially without their consent.

He shrugged.

Giving a mock huff, Elizabeth splashed water in his direction, only managing to sprinkle the bottom of his pants with a couple drops of water. Her smile was crooked when their eyes connected. "Aren't you going to join me?"

"No."

She splashed him again. "Than why did you throw me in?"

"I felt like it."

Oh, he really needed to stop 'feeling like' doing stuff, she thought. Well, except kissing her, 'cause that she didn't mind at all. But robbing her blind of any coherent thought, or throwing her in the water because he felt like it, that was what he needed to stop. "You're an idiot."

His response was to laugh, which only caused her to grow just a little more agitated. He was so going to pay for what he just did.

Swimming towards the edge of the lake, Elizabeth treaded in the water as she lifted one hand towards him, "Help me up."

Jason could see the sparkle in her eyes and knew something was up. Bracing his feet apart, a sure thing to keep his balance, Jason reached down with one hand and lifted her with ease. She didn't try to pull him in and Jason had to wonder if the sparkle he saw in her eyes was one of revenge.

Once she was on her feet, Jason tried to pull her towards him, not caring about how her drenched clothes would soak through his. But as he lowered his head towards hers, she twisted out of his grasp and walked away from the edge. He stood there for a moment, glancing towards the sky, releasing a harsh breath before he turned around.

He licked his lips as she combed her fingers through her wet hair, wanting nothing more than to take over the task as he pulled her close and kissed her. He began to move towards her when Elizabeth flipped her hair and bent down, taking off her wet sneakers.

"You might want to keep those on. You wouldn't want to walk back to the car with no shoes."

She glanced up at him, and damn it, the sparkle was still there, causing his eyes to narrow. She smirked. "Who said we were walking back just yet."

Shoes off, Elizabeth stood straight, keeping eye contact with Jason. She combed her fingers through her hair once more before she reached for the hem of her soaked top. The top that sucked to her skin and molded quite nicely to her breasts, Jason thought.

He was still admiring the way her shirt left little to the imagination when suddenly it was gone. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon creamy porcelain skin and a black lacy bra with white flowers bordering the top.

His breathing became harsh. "Wha…what…what are you doing?"

The sparkle lit up her huge, come hither eyes. "It's hard swimming around with all these clothes on." If at all possible, his chest rose and fell with even shorter breaths as her hands moved to the snap of her jeans, lowered her zipper, then finally moved to her hips to lower her jeans.

She worked so slowly, Jason thought he was going to burst with anticipation as he awaited, unmoving, for her jeans to pool at her feet.

Elizabeth stood before him in a matching bra and panties, blushing slightly, but not allowing herself to back down. A drop of water ran down her stomach and Elizabeth watched as Jason's eyes followed the drop, moving closer and closer to the edge of her lace boy shorts. She caught the drop of water with her finger and shuddered when Jason's gaze met hers. She could tell that he was on the brink of breaking and silently slapped herself on the back for a job well done.

When he took a step closer to her, Elizabeth stood still, worrying just a little at his hot gaze and firmed jaw. Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea. But before she could talk herself out of it, Elizabeth waited a little more as he took two more steps towards her, and once he was in reaching distance, she ran around him and jumped back into the lake with a squeal of delight.

Jason turned around with such speed that he almost fell over as he saw her jump in. He knew the sparkle in her eyes was one of revenge.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jason waited for her to resurface as he walked back to the edge. When she emerged from the water and looked up at him with a smile that clearly showed she won, Jason raised one brow as he ticked his head to the side.

"What?" He only continued to look at her with no emotion on his face other than raising his other brow. "I told you I wasn't done swimming."

Jason sighed as he shook his head, not able to contain a small smile from escaping at her antics. He placed his hands on his hips as he looked down at his feet for a moment. He was in the process of looking back at her when a scrap of fabric hit him square on the chest and slid at his feet. He froze as he stared at the black lace.

Reaching down after shaking himself out of his initial state of shock, Jason fingered the black lace before he picked it up. He held it in his hand for a moment, staring at it, barely breathing. He finally looked down at her, treading in the water with one arm concealing the view of her now exposed breasts from him. He held one of the cups of her bra between his thumb and forefinger, absently rubbing back and forth as their gazes met.

Her smile was shy, yet inviting as he stared down at her. She flipped her head once, causing the creamy swells of her breasts to rise above the water.

He groaned.

Throwing the bra over his shoulder without any care as to where it landed, Jason roughly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the same manner. Elizabeth's eyes traveled over his sculpted chest and stomach, licking her lips in pure admiration. His chest looked smooth yet hard, and Elizabeth was sure she wouldn't be able to find a pinch of fat on his stomach.

She wanted to run her fingers over each dip his well defined muscles made.

Blushing at her thoughts, but—oddly enough—not at her state of undress, Elizabeth looked away, clearing her throat in an attempt to seem unaffected as she tried to tease him. "I thought you weren't coming in."

His voice was gruff as he took off his motorcycle boots and socks. "I changed my mind." His eyes now sparkled as hers did moments before as they bore into hers while he undid his jeans. His movements were quicker than hers were when she slid her pants off.

He didn't want to torment her with a show. He wanted to get it that damn lake and be near her.

His pants were discarded and when he reached for the waistband of his gray boxer-briefs, he stopped. He would let her take care of that.

Elizabeth saw him reach for his briefs and held her breath, letting it out slowly when he decided against removing his last barrier. It was a shame and a blessing all in one. Their gazes locked once more, gone from both of their eyes was the sparkle that challenged the other, and in its place was pure passion.

Jason jumped into the water with a splash, swimming towards her and surfacing the water inches in front of her. His feet were able to touch the smooth bottom of the lake and the water ended right above his chest, partially shielding his magnificent physique from her view.

Neither said a word as Jason stepped closer to her, staring into her passion-filled eyes as his hand slid around her waist, crashing her body into his. Her hand dropped from her breasts, gripping onto his shoulder instead.

His head lowered towards her upturned face, brushing his lips with hers as their chests brushed together. Their kiss started out teasing, short, but quickly turned demanding, hungry. Jason thrust his tongue into her mouth with no resistance on her part. His hands roamed her smooth, exposed back in the water, loving the feeling of her silky skin against his palms and her soft mounds against his hard chest.

He pulled her tighter against him, causing her to wrap her legs around him. Jason lifted her higher up his body once she was settled, one hand wrapped around her back, cupping her sweet backside as his other hand threaded through her hair.

Just like he wanted to earlier when she was tormenting him with her slow seduction.

He wanted to wait with her, wanted to take things slow. But damn it all, she called out to him with her looks of passion. Begged him to touch her with every smile and sparkle that lit up her deep blue eyes.

She wanted him.

He wanted her.

And as she moved against him, causing a pleasurable groan to escape from deep within, Jason knew there was going to be no more waiting.

Jason's hand moved from her hair, down her neck, and ending up cupping one full mound. She moaned, arched, and moved restlessly against him as he palmed her breast. His thumb circled her nipple, not quite touching it, driving her to madness with her need for him to stroke her at just the right place.

Elizabeth tore her mouth away from his once his thumb gave into her need. Her head arched back, giving him perfect access to the smooth column of her neck. He pinched her erect bud between his thumb and forefinger as his lips moved to the column of her throat.

Nibbling, sucking, licking, branding her with his lips, teeth and tongue.

She was moving against him, moaning and sighing every time he touched her just right. Her center was rubbing against his aching erection, and Jason couldn't help but move his hips in time with hers.

Her thighs tightened against him, squeezing his hips as she crashed her lips against his again. The kiss was wild, showcasing their equal need and want for the other.

Tearing his mouth away from hers, Jason lowered his head and kissed the swell of her breasts. He placed small, opened mouth kisses along the valley of her breasts before moving to one, and taking her sensitive nipple into his mouth.

Elizabeth's breathing became ragged. She sighed his name, arched against him, causing their hips to crash again.

He moved to her other breast, not about to let the other one go unattended, and pleasured her. His lips grazed her throat, chin, and finally met her lips again once each breast was given his undivided attention. This time, the kiss was gentle and calming, but still filled with the same amount of need.

Maybe more.

They both continued to move against each other and when Jason's hand lowered and fingered the waistband of her panties, they both realized that their torment was about to end.