Like him watching? What the fuck?
“Yes,” she whimpered as Holt’s head dipped again. Bailey gripped his hair. “God, yes. Make me come.”
She liked when he watched? Seriously?
Rafe was positive he would wake up any second because there was no way he’d heard that correctly. He was dreaming. Had to be.
“Make me come, Holt.”
A moment later, Bailey cried out as her body trembled beneath the onslaught.
Rafe should’ve left when he had the chance, but he didn’t. His feet were rooted in place as he watched Holt pull her into the water with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and their lips fused.
But it wasn’t until Holt turned and Bailey lifted her head that he knew he’d been busted.
Only then did he leave.
***
“Rafe Sharpe! Get your butt back here!” Bailey leaped out of Holt’s arms and headed for the stairs, pushing against the resistance of the water, attempting to get out before Rafe could disappear completely.
Not that she knew what she would do if she did. She was naked, so she couldn’t very well go running after him.
His truck engine sounded as she grabbed the towel to cover her nakedness. A second later, she heard it fade in the distance.
“I can’t believe he did that again,” she muttered, wrapping herself up tight and tucking the corner in to keep the towel in place. “It’s a violation of privacy to watch someone while … while…”
“Bailey?”
She spun around to face Holt and snapped, “What?”
“Do you want to go after him?”
Guilt hit her like a two-ton hammer when she realized she’d bolted out of Holt’s arms to go after Rafe.
“I … uh…” She brushed her wet hair back from her face.
“It’s okay if you do.” He came out of the water, all muscled and beautiful, looking like a god. Plus, he didn’t seem to care that he was naked and anyone could see him.
Oh, God. She had yelled.
Her gaze shot up to the second floor, hoping she wouldn’t see any additional lights on. She held her breath for a few seconds, waiting. Did that curtain just move? Was someone standing in the dark watching them? Had she woken them up? She exhaled heavily when no one appeared.
Holt’s hand brushed her arm, and she spun around. “No,” she said quickly. “I…” She backtracked. “Actually, yes,” she said haughtily. “I do want to talk to him about this. He has no right to come over here and watch us.”
Holt wrapped a towel around his hips and moved closer. “I don’t know where he lives, but I’ll drive you.”
She waved a hand. “Over the bookstore. That’s where his apartment is.”
Suddenly, the adrenaline faded, and she didn’t feel like talking to Rafe. She couldn’t confront him about this until she’d had a chance to calm down. The last thing she wanted was to make assumptions about anything. Maybe he had a good reason for being here. Maybe it was an accident.
Twice? Sure it was.
“You know what?” She looked up at Holt. “I think I’m gonna go to bed.”
“You sure?”
Bailey nodded.
