Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Because right now, we’re just two people who are being drawn together after rediscovering one another.
It doesn’t just feel right, it feels like the only thing either of us can do to follow our feelings.
I don’t know how close I get, but I can feel the warmth of Jen’s sweet mouth so close to mine.
Her hand finds as much as she can grip of me under the water. And my hands hook around her curvy hips.
Her chest is pressing into me, and my hardness with her soft, perfectly formed body.
But it looks and sounds like nature, destiny, or whatever you want to call it has other plans.
Namely, menu choices when Abby calls out loudly as she comes back outside.
Making both Jen and I slip away from each other.
“I’m thinking seafood from that place we used last summer, unless you want something else?” Abby asks, scanning the pool in the semi-darkness.
“Dad? Jen?” she asks, and I stand up fully in the pool, letting her know seafood sounds great. My voice cracking.
I sound like a teenage boy who’s been caught trying to kiss his girl on the front porch after a first date.
The voice in my mind is screaming I just need Jen.
Not for one kiss or even a million.
I know before I’ve even tasted her or touched her sweet lips that I want all of her forever.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jen
“If you want something, you gotta reach out and grab it.”
Right, Abby?
Her advice rings in my ears as I feel myself about to totally unravel.
My hand reaches for Kane as if it’s something that already belongs to me.
Do I fall onto him on purpose, or do I just take a step out into the deep end of the pool?
I guess either way I look at it, I’m taking more than a step into some pretty deep water.
And as I watch Kane’s face moving closer to mine, I know I’m falling. Drowning even, and it has nothing to do with the damned pool.
Falling for him, wanting to take him in until he fills every cell of my body.
Wanting to give all of me to him, begging him to do whatever he wants to me. Knowing it’s all going to be exactly what I need.
But Abby coming back outside puts an end to everything before it can happen.
She’s decided we’re having expensive seafood since Kane lost and has to pay for dinner.
He looks as devastated and annoyed as I feel, but how can either of us tell Abby off for interrupting us without giving away what I know now is our little secret?
My secret crush has just imploded at a nuclear level, and it’s my best friend’s dad.
And there’s no way that Kane isn’t thinking the exact same thing.
“Guys? Jen,” Abby says impatiently, sighing to herself and striding over to flick the switch that turns the pool lights on.
The sudden flash of the outdoor lights overhead as well as inside the actual pool are dazzling, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Jesus, Abs…some warning would be nice,” Kane groans, squinting his own eyes even once mine have adjusted.
“Well, are we gonna get dinner, or are you two gonna just…,” she starts to say. Then, stops and scans both her dad and me.
We’ve moved a sensible distance apart, but Abby has that mysterious, suspicious look in her eyes again.
I know it because I’ve seen it a few times today already.
But it also sticks out because it’s a look that really doesn’t suit her.
“Jen was just helping me take the net down,” Kane says. “You want me to leave the cover off?” he asks Abby.
“I think we’re done with the pool,” Abby clips back.
But Kane’s quick to act like nothing unusual was about to happen, and I guess now that we both know how we feel about each other, it should be just a little easier on us all.
It’s the not knowing that’s been killing me.
And shooting me a smile and a wink when Abby turns and starts to pace, phone in her order, I know he wants me as much as I want him.
The funny part is that it doesn’t feel so unreal anymore.
You can’t fake this feeling, it was out of his mouth before it was out of mine.
“You go on inside with Abby,” Kane instructs me, creasing his mouth and giving an almost pleading look.
A promising expression.
“Later?” I whisper.
Almost squealing with excitement when he grunts in reply, his lip curling as he smiles to himself. “Later,” he says in a deep tone.
His voice is like a sonar traveling through the water, pinging against my slick core that somehow makes the pool of water feel dry by comparison.
That’s how wet the man makes me.
Later it is then…, and I can’t wait.
I’ve never seen so much food, let alone so much seafood.
Coming back downstairs after showering and changing, Abby’s helping her dad unpack what looks like enough food for ten people instead of three.