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)
"Is this hot tub getting hotter?" I ask, lifting my arms out of the water.
Her laughter is soft, drawing my eyes back to her face because I want to log every single reaction and commit it to memory.
"You're very pretty," I confess, noting how much my heart rate kicks up with the words.
"Thank you," she says, looking as if she wants to pull her gaze away from mine but can't.
I love the idea that she watches me just because she feels like she has to, as if looking anywhere else isn't an option for her.
"Do I turn you on?"
"The reaction in my shorts would say yes," I mutter under my breath, my cock growing even heavier for acknowledging the damn thing.
I watch, mouth hanging open a little so I can breathe better, as her eyes drop to the water in front of me. Of course, she can't see anything, but my body doesn't distinguish the difference.
"Really?" she whispers, inching a little closer to me.
When her hand floats through the water before landing on my thigh, I almost flex my hips to bring her touch exactly where my body needs it the most.
Her tongue sneaks out, tracing her bottom lip, and I swear my mind rushes with the millions of things I would like her to do with that sexy-as-sin mouth of hers.
"Morgan," I whisper, covering her hand with my own, still not having made the decision about what I'll allow her to do with it.
"I've never done anything other than casual hookups," she confesses, making my mind up for me.
"It's okay if you aren't in the same place," I tell her, giving her hand a little squeeze before lifting it off my leg.
My cock all but screams at me that I'm making the wrong decision, but I have more control over myself than saying one thing and then doing the complete opposite. I fight the urge to feel a little heartbroken at knowing she has chosen the seduce-me-because-she-can option.
"Sorry," she whispers.
"It's fine," I tell her, knowing exactly how that sounds. "I mean that, Morgan. It's not a guilt trip."
I stand, needing an escape before I give in, knowing I'll only have regrets if I do. Just like I don't judge her for her choices, I don't want to be judged for mine. I have my limits, and I think I've reached them.
I reach down and adjust myself despite it being right in front of her face. The woman knows I'm attracted to her, so there's no sense in trying to hide how my body responds to her.
"So you just leave?" she asks. Although the words are a little harsh, the tone of her voice isn't annoyed, just curious.
"We can be friends," I say as I step up and out of the hot tub so I can look back in her direction. "But we aren't looking for the same thing."
"Okay," she says, drawing out the second syllable. "We can't be friends with you still in the hot tub?"
I tilt my head a little, giving her a weak smile.
"I have enough experience to know that I've dented your ego a little."
"I can handle rejection, Robert."
"Can you?" I ask with genuine curiosity.
The delay in her response is telling.
"Yes."
I shake my head. "So, if I stay in the hot tub right now, you aren't going to push the issue and try and get me to change my mind?"
She blinks up at me, that slender throat of her working on a swallow.
"I'm a horrible person," she whispers. I know it's a confession that I predicted exactly what would happen.
"Not horrible. Just human. Just like I know if I stay and you try to seduce me, it's going to work."
"I can be good," she says.
"Yet you're talking to my dick right now," I challenge, laughing when her eyes dart from my crotch back up to my face.
"I'm horny," she mutters.
"I am, too," I confess, once again resisting the urge to reach down and squeeze my cock. "But we aren't teenagers, Morgan. We don't have to give in to every single urge that hits us."
"What happens when you go up to your room?" she asks, and I know exactly what she's not saying. "Because I know what I'm going to do when I go back up to mine."
I swear my cock thickens further, and I wouldn't be surprised if precum is leaking from the tip at knowing where her fingers are going to be in a few minutes.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?"
She shakes her head, and I can see the flirtatiousness in the movement. I swear the woman is a seductress, and I know this behavior has worked for her in the past. Hell, it's starting to work on me right now.
If her hands were under the water, giving me the impression that she was touching herself, it would be impossible to walk away.