I swallowed heavily and turned back to him, the color rushing to my cheeks as grinned bashfully. I guess we were going to talk about that.
“Mr. Harding, I’m sorry if- if-” I stammered, trying to collect my words. “I’m sorry if that was-”
“Hot?”
I froze in my words, staring at him and the grin creeping across his chiseled jaw. The very hungry grin.
“Oh.”
That’s what I came up with in response; oh. I mean, what is wrong with me?
Mr. Harding grinned at me. “Look, Chelsea, I haven’t been avoiding..” He shook his head. “You’re Mike’s daughter, Chelsea,” he said quietly. “And you’re just a kid.”
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as took my sunglasses off my face and looked up into his deep, gorgeous eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore, Mr. Harding. I’m legal.”
I could see his jaw tense up, his eyes flashing at me as just the smallest sound of a growl rumbled in his throat.
“You’re- you’re too young to be playing with fire like this, Chelsea,” he said darkly, his eyes quickly flicking over my bikini-clad body before looking deeply into my eyes.
“I’m old enough, Mr. Harding,” I said slowly, feeling the color blush into my cheeks at how bold and how forward I was being.
I could see his eyes flash at me again, his jaw tightening as he stared at me, almost hungrily. I knew what I was doing; I knew that I was temptation on a stick, sitting right there in my too-tiny bikini, with my legs curled under me and my tongue darting out to tease my lips. I knew I was pushing it, and being way sluttier and more forward than I’d ever dared to act before. But I couldn’t ignore what I felt, or the raw need I had inside for this man.
Slowly, I started to uncoil my legs as I sat up and forward. I leaned closer, closer to Mr. Harding and watching the muscles in his neck tighten as I moved closer to him. My breath came haltingly, my pulse racing inside as I prepared myself to take that next big leap.
And of course, right then is when the house phone rang inside, shattering the moment.
Perfect time for a check-in, mom and dad.
I jumped out of my chair, feeling the flush swell up in my cheeks at what I'd almost just did.
"I got it!"
But as I leapt up and ran around the edge of the pool, I suddenly felt my feet slip and slide right out from under me. Suddenly, as my breath froze in my throat, gravity went topsy-turvy on me as I went toppling over, and everything went black.
Chapter 10
Jake
Fuck, this is not good.
Well, what was very good was that I was holding a very wet, very bikini-clad Chelsea in my arms. And the combination of that and watching her smile like that as she opened her eyes and saw me staring down into her face was enough to get my cock hard as fucking stone in my shorts.
And see, thats what the “not good” part was.
She grinned in a sleepy, groggy way up at me. "You saved me?"
I chuckled, my body rumbling against hers as I watched her blink and shake her head. Her hands slid up my wet arms, her fingers so dainty against the thick muscles under my shirt, and I had to force myself to ignore thoughts like that before - well, too late, I guess.
"Jesus, you gave me quite a scare there Chelsea. You slipped on the edge and tumbled into the pool; must've hit your head on the way in because you just sank like a rock."
Her eyes went even wider then, those cool green orbs flickering at me and making my heart flip-flop. "You jumped in?"
I had to laugh again. "Of course I did.” I watched her blink and wince again, and I frowned. “C’mon, let's get you inside so we can make sure you're OK.” I lifted her up then, cradling her lithe young body easily in my arms as I carried her into her house and into the living room.
And I knew with every damn step that I was taking way too much enjoyment in manhandling this practically naked girl; way too much enjoyment. I mean, she might’ve just had an accident, and I was of course going to make sure she was OK. But fuck if the feel of that wet young body pressed tight against my bare chest wasn’t making a huge tent in my shorts.
Yeah, those ninety seconds carrying her into the living room were way too much fun.