I don’t tell him that.
“Don’t let him out of your sight until we know what we’re dealing with,” I say.
Lilith’s delicate fingers drift down her body cautiously. Every motion shows her fear that someone’s about to step out and see her looking indecent.
It amuses me.
She is bold enough to make herself at home, but afraid of anyone seeing her do it.
She can set those fears aside. The Crawford mansion has eight people on staff at any given time. They are all female apart from the chef. None of them pay any attentionto the pool. That’s reserved for a team of cleaners and gardeners who only come by on Sundays.
So, Lilith has no reason to worry about prying eyes. Unless you count mine.
“Got it,” Voodoo’s voice barely catches my attention.
Lilith has sucked up her nerves by loosening her sarong and then bending over to catch it from an errant gust of wind that’s trying to steal it from her. I’m enjoying the view from the front, but what I wouldn’t give to see the same view from behind.
Our morning together stirred up a great many things in me, but the worst by far is how badly I want to see her ass slamming against my thighs while I’m balls deep inside her.
She wins her fight against the wind, and my chest tightens at the sight of her silky, pale thighs. She keeps her knees locked together, blocking any chance at a view of what waits between them.
“Get Fenrir and Iniko in if you need them.” I shut my eyes and shake my head, trying to scrub the image of her exquisite form from my mind.
“No need,” he says.
“Good.” I click a button on the earpiece to end our call just in time to see her dive into the crystal water.
I give myself a few seconds to level my breathing and steady my heart rate. I count down from ten twice, as everytick of my internal clock brings another flash of her body. The things I want to do with it.
It’s driving me fucking insane.
I need to be on top of my game if I want any chance of getting to the bottom of her secret visitor.
I leave my bedroom.
The hallway is empty, but I hear one of the cleaners humming a tune somewhere in the distance. Her hum is the only human interaction I have during the entire walk outside.
Lilith’s still in the pool when I reach it. She is lazing comfortably with her elbows on the edge. Her body floats on the surface, glistening beneath the late, orange afternoon sun.
Her shoulders tense when she hears my Converse scuff the cobbled path behind her. It wasn’t my intention to startle her, and if I wanted to go unheard I could’ve, but it’s best to announce my arrival in a way other than words. And given just how uncomfortable the thought of being watched seemed to have made her, she’ll probably stay looking away from me.
It’ll be easier talking to the back of her head, so here’s hoping she feels the same.
“Settling in?” I make nonchalant and casual conversation to keep things light.
To my dismay, she spins around in a flash. For a brief moment, I get a flash of her entire body beneath the surface. Every soaked inch.
My mouth starts watering.
Fucking pathetic.
“Don’t have a choice,” Lilith sighs, kicking over to the lip. She folds her arms over it, and settles her chin atop them. The rest of her body floats up behind her. “So, I am making the best of it.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to see you, and excuse the pun, land in hot water.”
She giggles at my stupid comment.
I’m pleased. I should play nice more often.
