18
Christian
“So I was thinking we could talk about tomorrow with the girls coming back?” Maeve asked as we were cleaning up from dinner. Everyone had left, and it was just the two of us. I was already itching to get out of there, hating myself for how uncomfortable I get when it’s just the two of us.
We were in the kitchen, but still in my wet pool cover-up that I slipped on over my bathing suit.
"Yeah?" I pondered, my gaze fixated on how her swimsuit accentuated her alluring curves. I couldn't help but notice how those two triangles barely contained her tantalizing breasts, teasingly riding up and all but begging her nipples to make an appearance.
A surge of desire coursed through my veins, primal instincts urging me to reach out and claim what was teasingly on display. Every damn move she made ignited a fiery anticipation, igniting a potent tension in the air.
But I had to hold back and exercise some self-control. We were just supposed to be friends, and I couldn't risk screwing it all up by giving in to the raw attraction that sizzled between us. It took all my damn willpower to tear my gaze away and focus on the other things happening around us.
“Can you pick up that napkin that fell?” Nope. My instincts were winning this battle. I pointed at a fallen piece of paper in front of her. I watched as she slowly leaned down so her entire ass was now in my face. There was just a scrap piece of fabric between her sweet little ass that I could quickly claim. My cock agreed with my assessment of what was quite literally staring me in my face.
She leaned over a little farther now, and if I looked down, I swear I could see the very teasing bit of her pink little pussy. I bet she was so tight—
“You did that on purpose.” Her hand came up to slap me on the arm, and I couldn’t help but jump out of my stupor and laugh at her.
“Guilty.” I lifted my hands up like I was caught, and she threw the napkin at me.
“I’m going to go upstairs and shower. Then I’m going to put on a zip-up onesie so there is not a lick of skin for you to stare at.” That was it. She had me by the fucking balls. I closed the gap between us and grabbed her waist with one hand.
“Firecracker.” Her breath was heavy as I leaned down so our mouths were almost touching. “I will always stare at you no matter what you wear.”
We stayed like that for a few moments. Our chests rose and fell in sync with each other.
“This isn’t what friends do, Christian.” She pushed me away and then looked down at my cock. “Go take a cold shower. You need it.” She sauntered that pretty little ass up the stairs.
“It’s your fault,” I shouted after her. She responded with a little giggle that echoed through the room.
I was totally and utterly fucked when I was around her. Julian knew it, too. He had asked me if I was okay earlier today, and honestly, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t drink the other night, and my sponsor advised that I probably not go out and fuck the leggy brunette, but the thoughts inside my head swirled around so strongly that I was scared of myself.
When I was alone with Maeve, it was like they were suddenly quiet. I could finally piece together clear and concise images of what I wanted to convey. She was somehow the anchor that held me together but, at the same time, was the one ripping me apart until I was raw and exhausted.
When I told Julian everything was fine, I knew he didn’t believe me. I also knew that even though he was the world’s biggest playboy before he met Tatum, he now saw the value of settling down with someone you could stand to be around instead of some one-night stand.
I finished cleaning, then went upstairs to dress and hopefully toss and turn in bed until sleep consumed me.
I opened the bathroom door to turn on the shower, and when I looked up, I realized it was still running. Ah, fuck. This whole sharing-a-bathroom situation would be much harder than it appeared. She hadn’t heard me yet, and I watched her run her hands down her hair through a fogged-up glass shower door.
I could only make out the outline of her body through the steam, but she was unlike anything I had ever seen. Her skin was creamy and smooth, just beckoning me to tear it apart and mark her with my hands. I was frozen in the bathroom while she washed the shampoo off her long blond hair.
I just needed a small feel. I swear I would go back to being friends after I got a very small taste of what she felt like. I pulled off my swim shorts and walked over to the glass door to the shower. Fuck, there was no going back now.