“Water looks nice,” I finally say, my voice gritty. “You gonna join me?”
Meadow looks down at her cover-up—a short white dress that stops mid-thigh—and nervously runs her fingers along the hem.
“I’ll, uh... be there in a second,” she answers. “Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”
She’s shy, hesitant about peeling off that protective layer in front of me. Little does she know, I already think every inch of her is fucking flawless.
“Alright,” I nod, giving her the time she needs.
I walk down the wide steps into the pool, letting the water rise over my calves, thighs, and torso. The temperature is perfect. Not scalding like a hot tub, but not cold either. Just warm enough that my muscles loosen as I sink deeper.
I push off from the last step and let myself float back, rolling my shoulders as the water slides over me. For a minute or so, I just drift, letting the water quiet the thoughts I can’t seem to shut off.
“The water’s great—”
When I turn around to call Meadow in, I lose the ability to complete a sentence. To form a fucking word.
I forget how to breathe as the air in my lungs vanishes.
Holy. Fuck.
Meadow is standing at the edge of the pool, basically naked except for the tiny bikini she’s wearing.
Her cover-up is abandoned on the lounge chair, and in its place is the bikini that will be my demise. It’s bright pink with neon flowers and a triangle top that ties behind her neck and mid-back. It bands around her creamy skin, showcasing her supple curves and exposed breasts.
The bottoms are high-cut, riding up on her hips and showing off her smooth thighs. I could spend hours mapping every inch of those thighs with my lips, biting and nipping my way up until I reach the sensitive space between her legs that I know would be dripping for me.
Her stomach catches the blue glow of the pool lights, highlighting silky skin that begs to be kissed and worshiped.
And then I see it—the small silver ring glinting just beneath her navel.
Fuck.Like she needed to give me another reason to lose my damn mind.
I have to clench my jaw to hold back my groan when my gaze lands on the thin piece of fabric hugging her pussy. It’s so tight that I can see her slit, perfectly centered, and waiting for my tongue to part it.
I reach down and discreetly adjust my angry cock to sit beneath the waistband of my shorts. It’s twitching for her,achingwith the need to feel her.
A violent pang of hunger rips through me, sharp enough that I have to curl my fingers beneath the water so I don’t haul myself out and drag her right into me.
I feel all hot and tingly, like a beast about to rip out of my skin.
She looks so fucking good.
Toogood.
Meadow tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, looking everywhere but directly at me.
Look at me, Meadow.
See what you do to me.
How much you fucking wreck me.
God, she really has no idea how stunning she is.
I’m fully staring, and I don't give a fuck who knows. IwantMeadow to know that I can't take my eyes off her.
“Meadow…” My voice is crushed gravel. “Jesus Christ.”
