"You've got sunblock on, right?"
I snapped out of my daze and jerked my head up to see Jake standing a few feet away from me, smiling at me as he toweled his face and neck off with a t-shirt.
"Skin cancer is no joke you know."
I grinned at him, feeling that heady rush I got whenever he was around. “Yeah, I'm coated."
"Good, good. Man, I bet you're glad you get spend most of your time out of Florida and this fucking heat, huh?"
I blushed slightly as he swore. In a way, it felt like un-censoring his language around me was his way of saying ‘yeah, you're an adult now’. It was also us avoiding talking specifically about the other night.
"But school's going well?"
I sat up then, curling my legs beneath me. "Yeah it's fine I guess. It's definitely nice to be home though too; I guess I missed more about Florida than I'd thought I would."
Jake grinned at me and took a seat on the other lawn chair out by the pool. "Stranger things, huh?"
He ran his hand through his hair and toweled off the back of his neck with the t-shirt in his hands. Behind my sunglasses, I stared at him; watching his tanned muscles ripple and glisten with sweat. God he was hot. I thought of that cock I knew he had in his pants; the one I’d seen from afar the other night. Only now, I wanted to see it again; much closer.
"So, any boys?" He winked at me as he said it, stressing the last word in a teasing way.
I felt my cheeks burn a bit. “No" I said, suddenly shier than I'd meant to say it. “No boys."
"Well, just you wait. I can't believe you're not fending them off by the truck-lo
ad at this point."
God, was Mr. Harding flirting with me? I could feel that now-familiar feeling I got around him welling up inside of me, making my skin tingle and my pulse race a bit faster. I grinned and turned my head a little, as if I was looking at something across the yard but keeping my eyes looking at him from behind my dark sunglasses. His eyes instantly dropped to my bikini-clad body, and I felt a hot ripple shudder through me as I realized that he was totally checking me out. His eyes slowly and hungrily traveled down my slim torso, over the tiny patch of material between my thighs and then down my long, tanned, slender legs.
“Especially if you keep up those window shows of yours, you know,” he growled.
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.