5. Kendra #3
Tyler relieved me of my bag around the same time I got my wits together and moved out of the way. The water stopped as abruptly as it started. I was shivering.
Tyler was laughing so wholeheartedly that I couldn’t help but chuckle too.
“Come on. There are towels in the locker rooms,” he said.
I followed him without a word, eager to get out of my wet clothes.
The second we got into the changing rooms, he put my bag on a bench, then handed me two towels.
Our hands touched briefly, and I gasped, his hot fingertips on my cold fingers sending a sizzle through me.
Tyler’s eyes zeroed in on my chest, and I immediately realized why.
I was wearing a white bra without cups underneath my dress—and my nipples were visible.
“Kendra…” He moved forward, and I said nothing because all I wanted was for him to come even closer. “I want to kiss you so damn bad. I want to taste you.”
I nodded, sucking in a breath. He brought a hand to my face, touching my lower lip with his thumb before circling my mouth. I shuddered, feeling that touch as if he'd pressed his fingers between my thighs. I looked him in the eyes for a brief second, and then he kissed me.
Oh my God, how he kissed me. My entire body felt alive and pulsing. He touched my right shoulder and cupped the left side of my jaw and cheek with the other hand, kissing me deeper and deeper, entwining our tongues.
He moved even closer, and I felt the metal door of the locker behind me. I dropped the towels I was holding as he pressed his chest flat against mine, and the shudder in my body intensified. The door was cold, his body was hot, and his kiss was smoldering.
I touched the side of his body, desperate for more of his skin, wanting to explore him, tracing his back muscles up, then down his spine.
He groaned right in my mouth, pushing his pelvis into me.
I could feel that he was rock-hard. Desire pooled between my thighs.
I was so close to losing control that I almost forgot where we were.
I’d never been kissed like this; the passion from his mouth and his grip on me nearly brought me to my knees.
With a groan, he pulled away, taking a step back. I blinked through a haze of lust.
“Oh my God, the cameras,” I murmured, looking around wildly.
Tyler lifted one corner of his mouth in a half smile. “That’s your first thought?”
“Isn’t that why you stopped?”
“No, Kendra. There are no cameras in the changing room. I stopped because I was close to losing my mind. When it comes to you, it’s inevitable, but it's not going to happen in the showers of a locker room."
His words went straight through me. My thoughts snapped back, and I composed myself just in time because we heard the patter of feet. Then, somewhere in the locker room, a door opened.
"Oh, here they are,” one of the boys, Rupert, said. As he grabbed a pair of small trunks from one of the benches. He looked up and noticed us. “Tyler, you’re still here. Miss Kendra, why are you in the men’s locker room?”
“Oh… I didn’t notice,” I said truthfully.
“What happened to you?”
“A mishap with the shower. I’ll dry myself off, and then I’ll try to dry the clothes with a hairdryer or something.” It would probably take forever, but I didn’t have a better plan.
“Tyler, we have to go, then. Miss Kendra needs privacy.”
I gave a nervous laugh. Tyler cleared his throat.
“Rupert’s right,” I said.
Tyler stepped back, looking straight at me. His gaze was so smoking hot that I was surprised my clothes didn’t instantaneously dry up.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yeah. Very sure.”
“Okay. Then let’s you and I be gentlemen, Rupert, and leave Miss Kendra alone.”
Holy smokes. Even after I was alone, my skin was still simmering.
I went to the women’s changing room and took off my clothes, putting the towels around me.
Tyler’s friend had graciously kept the pool private for us for a few hours, but I didn’t have too much time until it would be open to all guests again.
I found the hairdryers quickly and held one in each hand over my dress.
Today had been so unexpected that I didn’t even know what to make of it.
And that kiss. My God, that kiss.
I committed every detail to memory, knowing I probably wasn’t going to see Tyler again. I only had to be present when a volunteer started or when a new activity was added. My heart gave a sad sigh. Maybe it was better, though. After all, what could this crazy attraction possibly lead to?
More smoking-hot kisses , a wicked voice said at the back of my mind.
I usually didn’t act on impulse. I’d learned to be careful about everything growing up. I learned to be thrifty and to stay healthy because we couldn’t afford to be sick. I thought twice about every decision, just in case it could backfire in the future because there was no safety net.
But boy, oh boy, guess who had a smile the size of Texas right now? Yep, this girl. Because that kiss had been amazing. What was a red-blooded woman to do but swoon just remembering it?