The bikini top came off with the smallest tug on the side strings — I just wish I could’ve seen the look on Lincoln’s face when I tossed it aside. I shivered heatedly, the sun teasing over my bare breasts and making my nipples ache as they hardened. I glanced back at the window and saw Lincoln’s eyesburninginto me, his hand moving faster and faster as his jaw clenched.
Looking back, I know it could have stayed what is was that day — just an insanely hot memory I could hang on to, seeing my gorgeous, sexy as sin older guardian jerking his thick cock while he spied on me. And that in itself would have been one of the hottest memories of my life.
But I wantedmore.
Whatever this attraction to Lincoln — and to Wilder — was, it wasn’t enough to just tease and be teased. Whatever it was about them that drew me, it drew me inhard, and it wouldn’t let go. And laying there, feeling his intense gaze moving over my skin, I knew I needed more.
I stood, ignoring the fact that I could see Lincoln pull back from the window, and marched right for the house. It was cooler inside, and my skin tingled into goosebumps as I padded, topless, right through the house in just my bikini bottoms.
“Hey, Lincoln?”
The front door slammed.
I ran to the windows at the front of the house, just in time to see Lincoln in shorts and a t-shirt and trainers, jogging away down the driveway for one of his runs.
Damnit.
I scrunched my face up as I watched the object of my fantasy jogging away, and with it, my chance to make fantasy reality.
* * *
Forty-five minutes later, I was on the couch, aimlessly watching TV. I’d thrown a tank-top on, but I was still in my bikini bottoms as I looked up out the window to see Lincoln jogging back up the driveway. My pulse skipped, and I could feel the heated flush from before teasing through me as he jogged around the house to the back door.
I was in the kitchen when he stepped inside after stretching, and the sharp look in his eyes when he saw me sent a thrill through me.
“Get too hot out there for you?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes as he moved past me to the fridge. He opened it and snagged a bottle of water, turning half towards me and sipping it, but still not meeting my eyes. His muscled, hardened body heaved from his run. There was a manly, sweaty smell to him, but it wasn’t the gross kind of “guy sweat” smell, it was this intoxicating,masculinescent that was driving me insane.
“Yeah, it did,” I said quietly, feeling my heart racing.
It was now or never. It wassay something, and deal with the fallout, or chicken out and keep it inside forever.
“That’s why I took my top off.”
Lincoln stiffened, his jaw twitching as he took another sip of water.
“You took your top off outside? C’mon Kenzie, you can’t—”
“I’m pretty sure the closest neighbor out here will beyou, and your house is a mile away.”
Lincoln didn’t say anything.
“Didn’t seem like you minded.”
Hefroze, his jaw tightening and his arm muscles rippling as he gripped the water bottle tightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I swallowed thickly.
“You know what it means,” I whispered. “I saw you, upstairs.”
“You’re imagining things Kenzie.”
“Ilikedwhat I saw,” I said quietly, stepping towards him. Lincoln turned and looked at me then, and his blazing hot eyes burned right into my core, making me melt.
“You don’t know what you saw, Kenzie,” he growled fiercely.
“Don’t I?”