“You want me to toss you in so you can find out first?” I smirk, bumping her elbow with mine.
Her head snaps toward me, a warning glare in her eyes that tells me she’ll absolutely retaliate.
“Do that, and I swear I’ll drown you,” she threatens, but her grin betrays her. “Right here in front of everybody.”
“Oh yeah?” I murmur, leaning in until her breath hitches. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I’m not kidding, Owen. Push me in, and you’re dead.”
“Cute,” I taunt, unable to stop the splitting grin stretching across my face. “Is that how you flirt now? With death threats?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes like she can’t decide whether to laugh or strangle me.
“Shut up and get in the pool,” she fires back. “Before I actually follow through with said threat.”
“Damn, you’re feisty tonight,” I reply with a cocky grin. “I like it.”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“I can’t stand you,” she mutters under her breath before bending down to rummage through her bag.
Her long hair falls over her shoulder in a dark, glossy curtain. My gaze drops, landing on the loose hang of her swimsuit cover, dipping just enough to reveal the top curve of her breasts.
And holy fucking hell.
Her tits are full, round, and sitting pretty in the pink triangles of her bikini top. Two perfect handfuls that look like they were made specifically for my palms and fingers. Her breasts gently bounce with each movement, causing my cock to thicken in my shorts.
She has no idea what she’s doing to me right now. Bending forward like that with her perfect tits on display, nipples barely hidden behind the nylon fabric. If she only knew what I’m standing here imagining in my head. Thoughts of what her soft breasts would feel like filling my hands. What it’d taste like if I closed my mouth around her puckered nipple—
Jesus.
I drag in a shaky breath and push my fingers through my hair, pulling myself together before I embarrass myself in public.
Needing to distract myself, I toss my towel down on my chair and hook a finger under the hem of my shirt before dragging it over my head in one quick motion. The humid air slides across my skin, sticky and warm. I’m not shy about my body—I know I’ll never be as fit as I was in my college football days, but I still hit the gym enough to keep myself in decent shape.
I glance down to tighten the knot on my orange swim trunks and make sure they’re secure on my hips. When I lift my head, I catch Meadow in a fucking trance.
She blinks hard, her eyes darting anywhere but directly at me.
It’s a terrible attempt.
She tries a casual glance.
Then another, before her gaze gives up pretending and drags down my torso in a slow sweep that I feel all over my body.
Her eyes skate over my chest, stall at my stomach, and then dip lower—right to where my trunks ride low on my hips.
Her mouth parts as her tongue flicks out to wet her pouty bottom lip. A bolt of desire punches through me so hard it almost knocks me back a step.
Meadow jerks her gaze back up, her cheeks flushed and breathing uneven, like she just ran a marathon.
She’s turned on by me. And it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
No matter how hard she tries, her reaction to me isn't subtle or innocent. I have to push down a groan at the way she’s devouring me with her eyes.
Meadow might not see me as anything more than her idiot friend or co-worker, but she’s definitely not immune to the attraction between us. I know that now.
There’s something there that neither of us can describe. And that realization has adrenaline coursing through my body.
