Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Maybe the wedding pictures will defer the punch,” she suggested. “But if you don’t want me to swim in your pool, I won’t. Like I said, I’ve got the whole ocean out there.”
“Full of sharks.”
“That wouldn’t have a problem with me being naked.”
“I never said I’d have a problem with it.”
The silence that fell between us was like a dare.
One of us had to make some kind of move to steer us in the right direction. Maybe not the right direction. More like one of two inevitable directions. One ended with me walking her back to her villa after a fun, flirty night that never went any further.
The other…
She took another hit and stood up. And then she pulled her top over her head.
I knew it was rude to stare. But her breasts were perfect. It would be like looking away from a staggering work of art or a breathtaking natural vista. I gripped the arm of the chair to stop myself from reaching out to touch her creamy skin, which I could tell would be impossibly soft from looking at it.
She reached for the button on her cutoffs and nodded toward the still-burning joint in my hand. “That’s not incense, you know.”
“Sorry.” Why was I apologizing? I was wasting my own weed. I drew in a big hit and prayed the THC racing to my brain would make me completely disinterested in sex or anything related to it.
At the very least, I hoped it would help my raging erection go away.
Then she leaned down and parted her pretty pink lips, craning her head toward the joint in my hand. I lifted it and she took a long drag, then stepped back and shimmied her shorts down her hips.
No underwear.
Jesus Christ.
“Come on,” she said, dropping her clothes on the love seat as she walked away. “Or are you going to go in and get your trunks?”
Was it impolite to tell someone that you couldn’t possibly get into a pool with them, naked or otherwise, because your dick would be too obviously hard?
That said, she had to know that was the case. It might have been her intent all along.
My gaze moved from her gorgeous ass up the curve of her lower back, vividly imagining my hands there, holding her in place as I stroked into her again and again.
You’re going to fuck your best friend’s sister tonight, my brain warned me. This has already gone too far. The second your pants come off—
She dove into the water and came up laughing. “You’re lying about the shark thing. You’re too afraid to get into a swimming pool with me, so you’re definitely too afraid to get into an ocean with sharks.”
“Sharks aren’t trying to fuck me,” I blurted.
Her mouth dropped open with shock. I almost apologized. Then, she shrugged and said, “That’s true. I am.”
I got up and tried to subtly adjust myself as I walked to the pool’s edge. She swam up and folded her arms on the ledge. Water droplets clung to her skin and dripped from her long eyelashes and the tip of her nose. I put my hands in my pockets and looked down at her. “We just met.”
“Yes, we did.”
“I’m your brother’s best man.”
“That is true.” She blinked up at me expectantly, and my resolve crumbled.
I tossed my hat aside and pulled my T-shirt over my head. “We have to keep this a secret.”
“I was never going to tell him about this, anyway,” she said, pushing back from the wall. “I’m a grown-up. You’re a grown-up. Scott doesn’t own either of us. And you’re fucking hot.”
“Thanks. I’ve been working out.” I dropped my shorts and she half-gasped, half-laughed.
I was used to that reaction.
“Wow. Congratulations on all of that,” she giggled, gesturing to my dick.
“Thanks.” I grinned and busted out the most disgusting reply I could think of. “My mom made it for me.”
It had the intended effect. She groaned, “Ugh, gross,” but laughed anyway.
She kicked toward the center of the small pool and treaded water there while I jumped in. It wasn’t a dramatic jump, as the deepest the water got was only five feet.
“You’re not one of those guys who thinks because he has a bigger-than-average dick, he doesn’t have to try in bed, are you?” she asked as I swam to join her.
“You’re not one of those women who thinks because she’s hot, she doesn’t have to try in bed, are you?” I shot back.
“Fair. I guess we can grade each other at the end.”
I reached her side and sank down to her level; five feet wasn’t deep on my six-foot-three frame, but if she put her feet down, her nose would probably be underwater. I pulled her into my arms and she gazed up at me, her big doe eyes instantly captivating me. For a second, I wouldn’t have been able to describe my surroundings. Her firm body and soft skin seemed to melt against me. There was no shyness or rigidity to her, no reservation.