This girl is a tight little turn-on.
There, I admitted it. Let the shame swallow me whole.
That honey-blonde hair. Those plump lips.
A set of big, perky tits that are making my briefs feel confining.
The seam of those see-through shorts has me thinking about that soft, pink seam between her thighs. How one little yank of those underwear-style bottoms would reveal that pretty slit. How she’d blush when I drew them down and started licking like a starving man. A lot like she’s blushing right now, because my gaze won’t stop tracking over to those ass cheeks, barely contained. Sumptuous.
Young. Way too young.
I’ve had my share of casual hookups. I’m a red-blooded man. But they were all with women my own age. I live in a town adjacent to the university and I see female students everywhere. I’ve never even looked twice at a single one of them. Not interested.
What is it about Shea that’s getting my blood so goddamn hot?
“Thank you again for letting us stay here, Mr. Ruston,” Shea says softly, coming close enough for her scent to reach me. I have no idea how to identify the fresh, lively notes. I only know her smell is insanely appealing, as if her appearance and sweet demeanor aren’t already giving me enough to contend with.
“I told you to call me Jason.”
All right, that came out a lot gruffer than intended, but she nods slowly and eagerly, like the order has her mesmerized. “I’ll try.”
Good girl.
Jesus Christ, don’t say that aloud. I’m not sure I’ve ever said those two words in my life. Am I losing my mind?
“You guys must be hungry,” I say, desperately trying to seem normal, even though my brain insists on picturing this eighteen-year-old girl naked. “I can order…”
“Sushi?” Emma says, hopefully.
I’m allergic to fish, but in the spirit of divorced dads everywhere, I give the kid what she wants. “Sure. It’s on me.”
“Great!” Emma bounds toward the ensuite bathroom. “Shea, can you put the order in? I’m going to take a quick shower. I never got the chance before the sky fell.” She closes the bathroom door behind her, yelling, “You know my order!”
I slide my phone out of my back pocket and tap the screen a few times, pulling up the food delivery app. I hand the device to Shea, trying not to hiss when our fingers meet and she turns pink. “Here,” I say. “Go crazy.”
She looks up at me, shaking her long hair back over her shoulders. “What would you like to eat…Jason?”
Hell, don’t ask me that. It definitely isn’t on the takeout menu. “Nothing for me. I’ve got a fish allergy, so sushi isn’t my go-to. But I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge. Throw in a beer and I’m happy.”
Her smile makes those golden eyes glitter like gold. “Like father, like daughter,” she says with a light giggle. Immediately, she winces, slapping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I said that. I’m so stupid.”
“No, you’re not.” I laugh to put her at ease. “If I didn’t assume a college freshman wasn’t drinking a few beers, I’d be the stupid one.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, then leans in with a conspiratorial whisper. I can barely hear her voice over the shower spay going in the bathroom. “I’ve never had one.”
That confession shoots up my eyebrows. “Not a single beer?”
“Nope. My only big rebellion is watchingSecretary.”
I come up blank. “Can’t say I’ve seen that one.”
“You’re more of an action movie type?”
“Kung fu.”
“What?”
“I watch martial arts movies. They’re more my thing. Not sure why, since I’ve never done a lick of kung fu in my life.”
