His throat worked like he was going to speak, but he just shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
His gaze dipped to my belly. “Nothing. I need to start the grill.”
Then why didn’t he? He didn’t move. “Oh, but you’re acting as my lifeguard and can’t until I’m done.” I held up two fingers. “Two more minutes.”
He gave me a curt nod.
I might’ve pushed it to five minutes, even ten, as I frolicked in the water. The only thing warding off a chill from the cool water was the heat of his gaze licking across me. He was either taking his lifeguarding duties seriously, or I was getting to him. I waded back to shore and grinned to myself. The mighty Flynn might just find me attractive.
Chapter 5
Flynn
I watched as much as I could stand of Tilly exiting the water like a nymph in the sexiest Batman bikini ever made. My cock was weeping for just one touch of her skin, and every giggle she let loose banged around my body until I could barely stop myself from stripping down and charging in after her.
How the hell had Crazy J with the neon braces become that damn sexy?
How the hell could I be lusting after her that badly? I’d been with a lot of women. In high school, I’d slept with girls who were cheerleaders, on the dance team, even gymnasts. And I’d fucked them all as adults. Picked them up wearing clothing that could just as well be see-through, stripped it off, had sex, and walked away.
Tilly should just be another girl. No, she wasn’t. She was Tulip “Crazy J” Johnson. I should not lose one drop of blood to my cock for her. But I couldn’t argue with how appealing she was. Without the wacky wear, she was sweet in a magnetizing way. Without the odd choice in fashion, she was sexy as hell, but it was her uninhibited joy that was as addicting as an eight ball.
Was it the whole reverse-psychology thing? I couldn’t have her and that made her so damn irresistible?
Yeah. Yeah, that made sense. And she wanted me, too, but she wasn’t coy or using her body as a lure to hook me. I was used to the game, the one played in the clubs to pick up ladies. They’d give me “the look” and I’d strike up a conversation. I’d tell them only enough to keep them interested. Business owner was usually enough. I always made sure to say nothing that resembled a promise for the future. Then it was my place or theirs, and I always opted for theirs if at all possible. Sometimes they had a roommate and I’d just grin wickedly. Deal, done. The next morning, I might go for another round before I walked out.
But Tilly wasn’t playing any games. She was herself, she liked me, and we were stuck together all week. I couldn’t handle another full day of her prancing around half-dressed and giggling, much less suffer through seven more days. Well, there was Monday—I’d have to run in and meet with John.
I strode up the deck, past the grill, toward the sliding glass door into the kitchen, and froze. Behind me, visible in the reflected glass, Tilly crested the stairs, her breasts swaying in their top, her long legs sparkling with droplets. Her sandals and shorts were in one arm and her eyes glowed with elation.
So. Damn. Beautiful.
I couldn’t do this. It wasn’t like me to ignore my body’s needs and it thought it needed Tilly hard and fast. But she was a teacher. Of special-needs kids. I couldn’t start a relationship.
Relationships meant honesty and if I was honest, she’d think I was the worst person in the world. And she’d be right.
While I was stuck in the mental dilemma between touching her or tying my hands to my sides, she passed, opened the door, and slipped into the house, calling back that she’d shower and help with supper.
So now I had to cook while she was naked upstairs. I vibrated with the urge to stalk her and slake my lust.
She wanted me, had for years. I’d wanted her all of one fucking day and could barely stand it.
What if I gave us what we both wanted…and made sure it sucked?
I’d take the edge off, she’d be disappointed and lose the mystery of me, and I’d convince myself she was just another lay.
My body screamed “yes” at the excuse to touch her and before my mind could point out how wrong it was, I blew in through the door, barely remembering to close it to keep the bugs out.
I sped up the stairs. Her door wasn’t completely shut and I pushed it open—and nearly came to a full halt. My steps slowed as I approached her.
Naked. In all her glory. She’d stripped off the suit. Her eyes went wide in shock and she covered her bare, spectacular breasts, but her breath hitched at my expression.
“Flynn.”
“We need to do this.” My voice was guttural. If she said no, I’d throw myself out the window to keep from touching her. My gaze dropped to her sex. My erection throbbed so hard I feared I’d lose my load just putting the condom on.
“Okay.” She dropped her hands.
“Get on the bed.” Make it bad. Make it bad. At least for her. Once I stroked through her folds, my intuition said I’d be lost. I dug my wallet out and grabbed a condom. There was a whole box in the other room.
I could make it good, take her all week, and then make the sex lousy.
No! I had to do this wrong the first time.
She crawled back onto the bed, her legs splayed, opening herself to me.
Yesss. She wasn’t completely bare like some women I’d been with, and honestly, I didn’t care. Tilly was perfect, her curls glistening for me.
Her gaze wandered over me, from the fly of my shorts to the condom in my
