She shifts on her lounger, moving closer, and my heart is banging around my chest, looking for a way out. Sheer liquid lust fuels the blood flowing through my veins, and it makes a sharp detour, heading south, hardening my dick to the point of pain.
A part of me wants to grab her onto my lap and grind my aching cock against her sweet softness as I devour her mouth and caress every inch of her beautiful body. But we have an audience, and I would never treat Selena like that. She deserves the gentlest of touches. In familiar surroundings, where she feels comfortable and safe.
I hop up, discreetly adjusting the rock in my trunks, breaking the magnetic spell we’re under. I extend my hand. “Let’s swim.”
Her soft flesh meets mine, and I guide her to the swimming pool, hastily thinking unsexy thoughts in a bid to deflate the monster erection I’m trying to disguise by hiding behind her body.
* * *
“I’ll cook,”Selena announces later that evening when we are back at the condo. We have a couple hours before her mom and my brother Keven are dropping by.
“I don’t mind cooking,” I protest.
“You cooked last night. It’s my turn, and besides, I enjoy cooking. It helps me de-stress.” She pulls her long blonde hair up into a messy bun and opens the refrigerator door, peering inside to inspect the contents. Her peachy ass is right in my face, molded to the skinny jeans she’s wearing, and my boner is suddenly back in full force.
This is starting to become a problem.
“I’m going to talk to Kent,” I blurt, needing to get out of here before I do something rash, like suggest we forgo dinner and lock ourselves in my bedroom.
Her spine stiffens, and she straightens, turning to face me. “You’ll tell him?”
I step toward her. “I don’t have to if you’ve changed your mind.”
Her brief moment of doubt passes. She shakes her head, sending me a determined look. “I haven’t, and I think it’s best you tell him before Mom and your older brother arrive.”
“Okay.” I walk right up to her, slowly leaning down and pressing my lips to her cheek. The delicate fragrance of lavender and vanilla swirls around me, and combined with the feel of her silky-smooth skin, I’m a goner. “Sel,” I whisper, drawing her in close but not too close, because I don’t want the snake in my pants to scare her. “Have I told you how much I love having you here?” I whisper, and she shivers. I mentally fist pump the air. It’s good to know I affect her the same way she affects me.
“You might have mentioned that on the way home when you convinced me to stay here for longer.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“It didn’t take much convincing,” I supply, raising my hand slowly and threading it through her hair.
“Because I love being here as much as you love having me at your place.” She tilts her head up, and our noses touch. It would take very little to lower my mouth and brush my lips against hers, and I want that so badly. That same pulsing electricity is back again, humming and purring, almost taunting us to act on it. My hip nudges against hers, my erection prodding her stomach. I jerk back, instinctively, examining her face carefully, but all I see is the same wanton desire from earlier.
Her eyes burn bright as she stretches up, pressing her lips to the corner of my mouth.
I stop breathing, standing as still as a statue, shocked and elated she touched me so freely.
She kisses the other corner of my mouth, and I feel her body trembling. “Go talk to your brother, and later, I want to talk about us.”
I press my forehead to hers, briefly closing my eyes. “I’d like that.”
Her warm smile heats me from the outside in, and it’s remarkable. Because her situation is fraught with danger, and she’s clearly afraid, but she is holding it together, and that ismassive.
I stumble from the room in a bit of a daze, shaking myself out of it when I approach Kent’s room. I rap on the door, not daring to enter in case he’s jerking off, watching porn, or has some fuck bunnies squirreled away in the master suite on the sly.
He opens the door, dressed in a pair of sweats, beads of water dotting his bare upper torso, confirming he’s not long out of the shower. “Sup?”
“I was hoping to talk to you. About Selena.”
“Sure.” He leaves the door open, and I follow him inside, closing it behind me.
“What I have to say is some heavy shit,” I supply, trailing him to the seated area at the back of the large room.
“Okay.” He flops down on the couch, and I sit on the one across from him.
“I need to dial Kev in.”
He arches a brow but passes no comment.
