Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I find myself fighting the urge to lift my hands from my lap under the water and do the same so that I can experience it as well.
"He's a product of what his family created. It's sad because Mr. Gillis doted on him. The guy could do no wrong in his grandfather's eyes, yet it still wasn't enough," Kaylee mutters. "I'm so glad I don't work there anymore, but with Derrick gone, I don't know who is going to take over the business. Mr. Gillis has to be eighty years old. He can't go on forever."
I can tell by context clues who they're talking about, but I remain quiet since it doesn't concern me and I have nothing to offer to resolve the situation.
I just like hearing Morgan's voice. When I pull my eyes from her so my staring doesn't make others grow suspicious, I find Heathen once again glaring at me, and I know I'm going to have to explain myself at some point. On the other hand, I don't know exactly what I would explain. Calling it a crush seems relatively immature for my age, but I can't help but gravitate to this woman.
I narrow my eyes right back at him, but it doesn't make him break his stare. Nothing seems capable of distracting him until Kaylee's hand slides in his direction under the water, and then it's like they're the only ones that exist in the world.
I watch them for a long moment, wondering what it might feel like to have someone look at me like I'm the only person they're capable of seeing. I hadn't realized that might be something I wanted until this moment. What is it about people in love that makes you ache for something similar?
I chance a look in Morgan's direction only to find her eyes closed and chin pointed to the sky. Water droplets cling to her skin, the warmth of the water bringing a slight pink glow to her throat.
I lick at my lips, taking only a brief moment to wonder how soft the skin is there and how it would feel on my lips. Would her skin be salty or sweet? Would my warm breath ghosting over her ear make her moan or gasp?
And now I'm hard all over again. Getting out of this hot tub without everyone noticing will be impossible.
I pull my eyes from her and concentrate on getting myself under control, knowing full well I may have to just sit here, the skin on my hands and feet pruning until everyone else leaves. I see no other option.
"This is the perfect evening right before returning to work," Morgan says, her voice soft and appreciative.
Her words draw Kaylee's attention, but the other woman doesn't speak. I can see by the slight squint in her friend's eyes that there is some contention about her leaving the villa.
Kaylee took to this place easily. She left once, and that resulted in the bullshit that happened with Henry. I don't think she has stepped off of the property since. Kaylee is quite content to stay in the safety this place provides. Morgan isn't the type to sit around and be bored. I imagine the woman can relax, but she also has goals.
That's not to say Kaylee doesn't have goals, but the sting of what happened at Morgan's house has to be more traumatizing because she's the one who experienced the brunt of whatever twisted game Henry is playing. Morgan witnessed the aftermath, and as upsetting as that might be, no one can expect it to have the same effect as Kaylee's experiences.
"You're really going to go?" Kaylee asks, disbelief in her tone.
Heathen stiffens beside his wife, clearly growing uneasy with the direction the evening is taking.
"Yep," Morgan says, lifting a palm full of water and pouring it on her shoulder.
The sun has begun to set, and as warm as the days in the desert can be, the night turns chilly very quickly.
I'm enthralled with the way the water rushes down her skin, and the situation that I started to get under control comes roaring back to life just under the surface of the water.
I internally chastise myself and argue in my head that getting horny for a girl who has shown literally no interest in me other than her natural flirty demeanor is creepy as hell. She's here because it's not safe to go home, and I've done nothing but lust after her and watch her with eyes that are less than protective. Which is the reason why she's here in the first place. It feels like a violation, but even knowing all this, my body aches to inch closer to her, to feel her warmth and determine if her skin is warmer than the water swirling around us.
I pull my eyes away, shifting my legs in order to try and readjust my junk without physically having to reach down and do it. But even the bubble in my shorts from the air trapped in them doesn't offer a reprieve.