When she doesn’t turn to vapor before me, I let my eyes drift lower.
Jean shorts with cutoff fringe sit atop thick thighs. I’m hit with an instant desire to yank that denim down and bury my face between those legs.
Reluctantly, I pull my focus off her body and take the few steps forward to see her face. I need to know who this goddess is and why she’s in my house.
My movement must draw her notice. She sets down the magazine on her lap, covering up those heavenly thighs. Pity.
She takes her glasses off, tucking them on top of her head, and we finallymeet eyes.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
No way. Absolutely no fucking way.
Trying to mask my reaction, I ask, “Lila, is that you?”
She smiles at me, and fucking hell, it’s like a warm surge of sunlight is poured directly into my soul.
“Hey, Reed. Welcome home!” She jumps up, abandoning the magazine to bound over to me. “Give me a hug.”
She doesn’t give me a choice before flinging herself against me, which is for the best since I’m cast in stone and speechless.As her soft body presses against mine, I react on autopilot to reciprocate the hug.
Instantly, I regret not coming home for breaks more often over the last few years.
Sweet little Lila Kent has blossomed into a beautiful woman while I was away. Her average teenage body has filled out with the sensual curves of a woman.
Said curves are getting a wee bit too close to my rapidly stiffening cock, so I break the hug before I make it awkward.
Well, more awkward than it already is.
We stand there, inches apart, studying each other like we’ve never met. If I’m honest, it’s more than a little unsettling.My memories of the girl I once knew do not align with the voluptuous woman before me. Given our history, it feels wrong to have such a primal reaction.
She’s not a child anymore, though.That much is clear.
And her scent is so damn mouthwatering. It was her I smelled when I was coming down the stairs—the vanilla and sugar. If that means Mom didn’t make cookies, that’s fine. I can eat Lila’s cookie instead.
Wait.No. That’s bad. This is Lila. Is she even legal?
“How old are you now?” I ask, taking a step back and then another.
She rolls her eyes and giggles. “Still the same age as Kenzie.”
I don’t laugh with her, still too mind fucked to do math. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“You don’t know how old your sister is?”she teases.
“Right now, I’m don’t even know my name.”
I can’t believe I just said that. Out loud. With words and my voice.
Her giggle blooms into a full laugh. “I’m eighteen, silly.”
Thank fuck. I bite my tongue so I don’t say that out loud too.
And seriously, I’m so damn glad she’s legal because there’s a strong chance I’ll be taking an after-dinner shower to fuck my fist while picturing her thighs. I’ll just have to pretend they belong to someone else.
Oblivious to my carnal thoughts and new hygiene plan, she says, “I heard you got your degree. Criminal Science, right?” She widens her eyes at me, prompting my response.
“Yeah.”
