The Dryad in Her Pool

Excerpt From: The Dryad in Her Pool

Everything in her life changed with the sound of a loud splash coming from the backyard. Afraid that Dante had jumped the iron fence around her pool for a midnight swim, she slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops and headed out of the door.

Flipping the low underwater lights on, Quinn Painton blinked at the sight before her wide-eyed gaze. Instead of her hundred and forty pound, black and brown, spoilt rotten mixed breed dog enjoying a cool swim, a man—gloriously naked—was floating at the six feet mark.

Fear should have sent her running back into the safety of the house, but something held her immobile—eyes wide, mouth gaping open. Men like that didn’t exist outside airbrushed fitness magazines or her battery-sponsored orgasms. She let out a breathy sigh, unable to do anything more productive than check her chin for signs of drool. Everything in her body and mind was totally focused on the unnaturally good-looking guy now lazily floating in her pool.

In a perfectly smooth move, he straightened and she gaped. On his feet he was almost a foot taller than her five eight. The body bared to her greedy gaze had her fantasising about tasting him from head to toe. Then there was his face, with cheekbones that would put even the vainest of supermodels to shame. His longer than fashionable dark hair brushed the middle of his back.

Knowing that standing there staring like a fool was the dead last thing she should be doing didn’t stop her from visually devouring his body. Men as good-looking as this one rarely knew plain, chubby women like her even existed. Cap off her plain vanilla looks with the glasses she sometimes wore, and Quinn was pretty much overlooked much of the time outside of her business. She was used to it and had never really developed high expectations when it came to hot members of the opposite sex.

The sound of a soft splash dragged her attention away from the mystery below his waist. Raising her eyes to his gaze, which was locked on hers, she had to blink a few times to make sure her eyes hadn’t gone funky. The hot stranger in her pool was looking at Quinn like he wanted nothing more than to jump out of the water and devour her in one eager bite. She shivered as he ran his hungry stare over her T-shirt clad body. Her nipples responded to the look by hardening beneath her shirt, and her pussy became drenched with wanton need.

"Female, come to me."

The deep vibrations of his voice caused her to jump. Using that deep, sexy tone, he could have made her sing the Canadian national anthem while standing on one foot, juggling baby hippos. Except the term female set off her internal ‘jerk radar’. Something about the anonymous, general, submissive term grated on her nerves. To have had the demeaning form of address come from such a sexy mouth bothered her that much more.

Instead of jumping to follow his curt orders, Quinn crossed her arms under her breasts and impatiently tapped her foot. When Mr GQ’s eyes failed to move higher than her chest, she looked down and to her embarrassment saw her position pushed her generous boobs up higher. Basically, she’d given Naked Guy a big ole shot of her twins without meaning to.

Dropping her arms, Quinn bit back a smile when naked guy scowled at the loss of his free porn view.