Chapter 6
“Man, just admit it. You and Elaine set this up.”
“I’m not admitting anything,” Semaj said.
After talking to Eva while she ate, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, especially first thing in the morning.
As she moved around the kitchen in a brightly colored muumuu, I wondered if she was naked underneath.
The garment was loose-fitting, and I couldn’t tell, but the thought made my dick stiffen.
“I ain’t even mad. She’s good company.”
“You feel that way after only one day? That’s good to hear.”
“We weren’t complete strangers and were familiar with each other, so it wasn’t awkward.”
“Lainey said you saw Eva naked. That wasn’t awkward?”
“Shit! Not for me, and Eva got over it quickly enough.”
“Everything else cool?” he asked.
“So far, so good. We’re about to chill by the pool until dinner. I’ll hit you up if I need anything or got questions.”
“Cool.”
The call ended, and I grabbed a pair of swim trunks from one of the drawers. After taking off my athletic shorts, I stepped into my trunks and tied them at the waist. When I left my room, I stopped at the linen closet and got two beach towels.
“What are you doing?” I asked Eva when I found her moving around the kitchen.
“Putting away the food and cleaning up our mess. The cleaning lady isn’t coming until Friday.”
“Oh. Let me help you.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m almost done anyway. I’ll meet you outside.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive. The chef cleaned all the dishes she used before leaving, so it’s not much.”
“Okay. I got you a towel.”
“Thank you.”
I had to stop myself from kissing her full lips before going outside.
Eva was gorgeous, and I shouldn’t have been surprised by my sexual attraction to her.
Although this wasn’t our first meeting, I’d never looked at her in that way.
Since she ran into me and I saw her in all her glory, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have her in every way possible.
When I got outside by the pool, I pulled two reclining chairs together and spread our towels on them. Not long after I got comfortable, Eva appeared wearing next to nothing. I wore sunglasses and was sure she couldn’t see the way my eyes lingered on her every curve.
“Damn, E.”
“What? You don’t like my bikini?”
“Shit. I love it, but there ain’t much to it.”
She laughed. “Remember, I thought I would be here alone, but you’ve already seen me naked, so it doesn’t matter what I wear.”
She put a Bluetooth speaker on the ground next to her chair and fumbled through her phone for a moment before nineties R&B started playing. I hadn’t taken my eyes off her since I noticed her presence.
“Can you put this suntan lotion on me?” she asked.
“Did you mean sunblock?”
“No, I said it right. I’m trying to get some color before I leave this island. Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed with the melanin of our ancestors, and I be pale as hell in the winter.”
“I gotchu.”
I sat up as she lay on her stomach with her arms bent and her hands tucked underneath her head. She faced me, but her eyes were closed as she waited for me to do what she’d asked. I sent a prayer up to God for self-control because He knew what was on my mind.
After squeezing a generous amount of lotion into my hand and rubbing both hands together, I started with her lower legs. A jolt of electricity shot through my body as I began to massage the lotion into her skin, working my way up her legs.
When I got to the back of her thighs, I squeezed more lotion into my hands and went to work. My thoughts were sinful, and I had to bite the bottom of my lip to keep from telling her what I was thinking.
“Mmm,” she moaned as my finger dug into her thighs.
“Aye, chill out with that shit.”
I looked down at her face, and her eyes were closed, but she was smiling.
“It feels good. If you’re ever in need of a new profession, a massage therapist might be your thing.”
“Nah. Usually, only special people get these hands.”
Her eyes opened. “Am I special?”
“I’m still trying to figure that out.”
She closed her eyes again, and I continued applying the lotion. I’d made it to her back, and when I slipped my hands underneath her bikini strap, she said, “You can take it off.”
Although she couldn’t see me, I shook my head as I said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. As a matter of fact, I think you can handle the rest.”
My dick was hard as fuck, and if I kept rubbing my hands over her soft skin, I might take things too far. I stood as she adjusted herself onto her back. Given our position, she could see the effect she had on me.
“Shit,” she let slip from her lips as her eyes zeroed in on my dick.
“Tell me about it. You’re dangerous.” I grabbed my dick and tried to adjust it, but it didn’t help. “I’ll be back.”
I stepped around her chair and went inside to grab two bottles of water from the fridge. Seconds later, I stepped outside as I guzzled a bottle and gave the other to Eva. The cold water didn’t necessarily help my erection, but it cooled me off a bit.
“You were thirsty,” Eva pointed out when the bottle was empty.
“Yeah. You getting in?”
I sat on the edge of the pool, with the bottom half of my legs in the water.
“Not yet. I want to get some sun first.”
I submerged my whole body before swimming to the other end. After doing several lengths, I stopped at the opposite end of the pool, giving me the perfect view of Eva.
“You’re a good swimmer,” she said.
“Thank you. It’s a great way to keep in shape. Can you swim?”
“Yes. It’s my preferred source of exercise during the warmer months. My gym has a nice pool.”
“I have an enclosed outdoor pool that can be used all year. You’re welcome to use it anytime.”
“You must live in the ’burbs.”
I chuckled. “River Forest.”
“It figures.”
I walked toward her then up the short set of stairs that led out of the pool. My dick had calmed down, but my wet shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination. Eva also didn’t try to hide her fascination with it. Her eyes were glued to my lower region.
“My face is up here, beautiful,” I teased.
She cleared her throat as she looked away. “I think I’ll get in now.”
I watched her as she stood and stretched in that little bitty ass bikini. It looked like it was made just for her body, and I could stare at her for the rest of my life.
“You want some company? I don’t mind—”
“It’s probably better if you relax out here. I don’t want to get my hair wet today, and you might splash me.”
“Cool. I’m going inside to get some fruit. You want some?”
“Sure.”
When I returned with two bowls of fruit and two more waters, Eva was floating around the pool on an inflatable bed. Her arms were extended upward, and her hands rested above her head. She wore sunglasses, so I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open and if she could see me gawking at her.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she said, as if she were in my head.
My response was to do exactly what she said. I grabbed my phone from the small table next to my lounge chair and snapped several pictures of her. When she noticed I’d taken her advice, she began to pose.
“Thank you. I got enough to create a calendar for next year.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I will, and I am. You want me to bring this to you?” I asked, referring to the bowl of fruit and bottle of water.
“Can you?”
She’d floated to the center of the pool, and when I made it to her side, she reached for the items. I moved my hand so that she couldn’t reach them.
“Hold your horses.” I put the bottled water in the built-in holder but kept the bowl of fruit. “Lay back and open your mouth.”
“What?”
“Lay back, open your mouth, and let me feed you.”
“Solo, stop playing. Give me the fruit.”
“I will when you do what I told you.”
She looked at me skeptically for a moment before she conceded. I chose a strawberry and put it to her mouth. She opened it just wide enough for it to fit, and when she bit into it, some of the juice dripped down her bottom lip.
“I got it,” I told her when she lifted her hand to wipe it away.
She froze as my hand moved toward her face, and I used my thumb to wipe the juice from her lip before putting it in my mouth. Her eyes never left me, and I noticed her breathing had become labored.
I reached into the bowl without taking my eyes from hers and chose a pineapple. As my hand moved toward her mouth, she opened it, but just before the fruit hit her tongue, I pulled back.
“Why are you teasing?” she asked.
“Is that what you think I’m doing?”
“It is.”
“I’ve been called a lot of things, but a tease was never one of them,” I said, repeating the words she’d said to me the previous day.
“Can I have the pineapple or not?”
“It’s all yours.”
I put half of the fruit in my mouth, held it between my teeth, and leaned into her.