“And now…do you want to be impulsive?”
I smile and trail a palm over her navel.
“We should head back.”
I can’t tell if it’s disappointment or relief on her face when I dunk her and swim off.
She stays in the water for a few more minutes. I don’t rush her. It’s easy to forget she’s been through so fucking much.
She walks up the shore, squeezing the water out of her hair. If Gwynee and Celia could see her right now, they’d probably kick my ass for messing up her hair.
Daisy isn’t like them, though. She doesn’t need to be perfect. She’s pretty in a natural way. Not that they aren’t gorgeous, but I’m not attracted to all that glam.
“That was exactly what I needed. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Okay. I won’t.” She pulls her tee back on. Her nipples flash through the thin pale blue material. I force myself to stop staring. The more I’m with her. The more I get to know her, the harder it is to fight this attraction growing between us.
Falling for Daisy is dangerous. Stupid. Starting something we can’t finish will hurt us both, but I’ve always wanted what I can’t have.
We head back to the clubhouse. I’m sure Prez is wondering where we ran off to. I didn’t ask permission to take Daisy out. He’s probably going to kick my ass for it. When I check my cell, I don’t have any missed calls or texts.
Maybe we’re in the clear.
By the time we make it back, there’s a party in full swing.
“You want to join them or go upstairs?”
“I don’t think I can handle a crowd of people I don’t know right now, but if you want to go, I’ll be all right on my own.”
The last thing I want is to leave her alone, but I need to do something about this fucking desire for her that’s consuming me. “Maybe. I need to shower before I do anything, though, and you should probably take your meds and clean that cut.”
Taking her into the lake wasn’t very smart when she has an open wound.
In the privacy of my shower, I fist my cock, stroking myself, needing relief.
Needing to beat the image of Daisy walking out of that lake from my mind. I’m one bad decision away from calling her name and asking her to finish what I’ve started.
Chapter Eight
Lunatic has been in the shower for a while. I need to clean my hand and grab a clean bandage. Maybe he won’t notice if I slip in and out really quick. I twist the knob carefully, finding it unlocked. I’ll be in and out. No big deal. Except when I walk in, I’m blasted by steam, and what I see steals my breath away.
Lunatic is in the shower, head tipped back, eyes closed, fucking his fist. My first instinct is to run away, but I can’t look away. He’s hotter than hot. Sexy. Rugged. Tempting. Everything any woman could want. I swallow hard and make a decision.
I strip to my underwear, leaving my damp clothes discard on top of his on the floor. He doesn’t realize I’m here until I open the shower door and step inside.
His eyes pop open, dark and hungry in a way that curls my toes.
I replace his fist with my own. “Let me.”
“Daisy,” he breathes out my name like I’m his only prayer.
His forehead drops against mine as I stroke him. He moves in to kiss me, only I turn my head. “I have a strict no-kissingpolicy,” I tell him. He’s too good for a girl like me. I’m damaged goods. Used and broken. But this I can give him.
His gaze fixates on my hand wrapped around him. His large hands make a necklace around my throat. A delicious ache throbs between my legs when he groans.
“Fuck, Babygirl. I need to touch you.”
