Page 38 of Summer Heat
My heart warmed at the idea of spending more time with them. Then I remembered my dad's concerns. I didn't want to mess things up for Kinsley at work. But she was already living with me and holding up her side of the agreement by helping me with the renovation and filming.
I rubbed the excess water out of my hair and threw the towel in the laundry room. The one thing my grandmother had done when she was alive was to move the washer and dryer into a room next to the primary.
Then I lay on my bed, waiting for the girls to be done in the bathroom. Maya flew out of the room a few minutes later, a towel trailing behind her.
The door closed again, and the shower started running. Kinsley was in my shower, rubbing her hands over her body. Was she thinking of me as she soaped her skin. Would she dip her fingers between her folds and touch herself?
I adjusted myself in my trunks, hoping Maya wouldn't run back into my room. I thought about my parents, my grandmother, the renovation, anything but Kinsley naked in my bathroom.
I grabbed my laptop and streamed a renovation show. When the bathroom door opened, I startled.
Kinsley came out of the shower in a towel that covered her from the tops of her breasts to just under her ass. The fabric stretched taut across her curves, and my mouth watered. What would she taste like?
That towel was not a sufficient barrier. I could lay her down on this bed, and part her legs, baring her to me.
Kinsley spun around and gasped. "I didn't realize you were here."
I cleared my throat, wondering if she realized what I was imagining. "I was watching TV while I waited for you to get done."
Her hand was pressed against her chest. "I thought you'd be downstairs."
"I was bored, and this is the only TV." Except for the one upstairs, but I'd wanted to lay down on the bed.
Her skin was flush. Was it from the hot water or running into me with nothing but a towel on? "I'm going to get dressed."
I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. "I'm going to jump in the shower."
She turned and sped through the door, probably in a hurry to get away from my lecherous thoughts. I closed and locked the door, knowing I was going to have to take care of things before I was done in the shower.
The shower smelled like her shampoo and body wash. It was like she surrounded me in the water. I couldn't resist gripping my cock and tugging it. I imagined her in the towel, except this time, Maya wasn't home, and Kinsley opened the towel, letting it fall to the floor.
I had a great imagination and easily summoned the vision of her pert breasts, hard nipples, and curvy hips. In no time, I was falling over that edge.
I let my head drop to my forearm as I leaned against the cool tile. It wasn't enough. As long as Kinsley lived under my roof, I was going to have to keep myself in check.
I quickly showered and got dressed, meeting them downstairs where they were sitting on the back patio, enjoying the sunset.
"You ready for dinner, my ladies?" I bowed in front of them.
Maya bounded toward me, throwing herself into my body. When I recovered, I lifted her into my arms and carried her through the house and to the truck.
I couldn't get too used to this life. It wasn't for me.
Kinsley and Maya deserved someone they could rely on. Someone who didn't screw up schedules, lose keys, or forget important details.
Chapter Eleven
Kinsley
Dinner was at the resort at the end of Sanibel Island closest to Captiva, so it wasn't a far drive. The hostess sat us outside on the deck overlooking the water. It was a fancier restaurant, but there were families here, probably staying at the resort on vacation.
"This place is nice," I said to Shep when we were seated.
Maya's head was bowed over a kids' menu.
"We deserved something nice after ripping out a bathroom. I still can't believe we got all of that done in one day."
I wondered if the progress came from the pressure of me filming or Shep wanting to impress Maya with his demolition skills. "We worked hard."
