Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“So, are we ready to admit how we feel yet? Dr. Davis has other things to do.”
I chuckled through a “shut up,” then slid my attention over his shoulder when Olivia squealed. Davis stepped aside and turned to watch as well, just as Olivia dumped into the pool off the slide. Oliver was quick to follow.
I smiled when they emerged from the water with their goggles on, giggling. They looked so fucking happy to be here.
“Cute kids,” he said.
“Yeah, they are.”
“Jesus.” Davis made a noise deep in his throat and cursed under his breath. I followed his gaze to the lounge chairs.
Marley sat on one with pool toys in her lap. She had streaks of lotion on her face and arms and was holding a bottle of sunscreen while bopping her shoulders to the music. And standing beside her…
Oh, holy fuck.
Jenna had stripped out of her top and shorts and was now wearing nothing besides a red, white, and blue bikini. Blue with white stars on one breast and red with white stripes on the other. The bottoms were solid white.
Again, preparation could’ve gone a long way here in terms of how I was going to react to this moment. It also could’ve done jack shit for me, because I wasn’t sure my imagination had any idea what it was up against—the real thing I was currently staring at.
Davis was right; Jenna was a bombshell. And that was fully clothed. In a bathing suit, she was sin personified. Soft curves and strong, shapely thighs. A tiny waist. Plump breasts.
She was a goddess straight out of my filthiest daydreams.
I watched her with rapt focus as she rubbed sunscreen on her shoulders and wiggled her hands beneath the strings to apply it to her neck and chest. When her fingers disappeared into her cleavage, I stifled a moan and pinched my eyes shut.
“God bless America.” Davis slapped my shoulder blade. I glared ahead. A hearty chuckle left him. “What a country, am I right?”
I stepped over and forced his hand to drop. I tried to look away from her—I couldn’t. I kept my eyes on Jenna, on her hands as they moved down her stomach and curled around her hips to her back.
Goddamn, her body.
“Where’s that admission at?” Davis asked. “Tip of your tongue? Or are you still hesitating…?”
I exhaled through my nose, ignoring him. Who the fuck said I had to admit to anything? Acknowledging to myself was a big enough step, and here I was, acknowledging.
I knew exactly who I wanted.
“How about I give you a little nudge?”
I blinked at his question. “What?” Dragging my gaze off the most alluring sunscreen application I’d ever witnessed, I watched Davis step out from underneath the patio and walk around the pool. “What are you doing!” I hollered.
He grinned at me over his shoulder. “No feelings, right? I’m not crossing any lines here.”
My gaze hardened as his meaning and motives became clear. I took a step, then another, trailing him. “Davis,” I growled. My pace quickened.
“Unless you wanna tell me to back off, I don’t see why I can’t—”
I gripped his shoulder and shoved him into the water.
Chapter Eleven
JENNA
Commotion had me lifting my head. I looked from Nathan to his friend as he pushed out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. He was laughing and fully clothed.
“Message received!” Davis hollered, stripping off his soaking-wet shirt and wringing it out.
“Did he fall in?” I asked Nathan when he stopped in front of me.
“Huh? Oh…yeah.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Actually, no, I pushed him in.” Nathan shrugged, a smile teasing his lips. He began to stare at me, chest heaving.
Is he looking at my swimsuit? With those glasses on, I couldn’t tell.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey yourself.” I laughed, dropping my glasses down so I no longer needed to squint in the sun. “You’re not going to push me in, are you?”
“Now, why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. Why did you push your friend in?”
“Because he was coming over here to hit on you.”
I swallowed. Whoa…what? Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, needing confirmation more than I needed to know exactly where Nathan was looking right now.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“And that’s not something he should be doing because he’s…married?”
Wow. I was seriously reaching. But I wasn’t sure Nathan would elaborate unless I pried for more. And I needed so much more than what he’d already given me. What was he saying here?
Nathan didn’t answer my question. Instead he slid off his hat and both pairs of glasses, dropping them onto the chair beside Marley. Then he reached over his shoulder and pulled off his shirt.
My eyes lowered and locked on.
He was half naked. Holy God, he was half naked. I’d never seen him without a shirt on before.