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“Porn,” she corrects. “And that’s right. You saidyouwouldn’t fall in love withme. I never pledged the same.”
As I stare at her in shock, confident she isn’t hinting at what I think she is, she slips into the bathroom to get changed, closing the door behind her.
26
Summer
Have you ever tried to seduce a man who taught you all your tricks?
No? I’m the only fool around here.
Great.
I had everything crossed before I rose from the tub like a goddess of wetness—even parts of my body I didn’t know could cross—but after an initial stumble, Lennox saw my game plan long before I implemented it.
He’s always one step ahead of the play, but I think our conversation before I entered the bathroom has him a little stumped. He would have normally knocked a hundred times by now to check if I need anything or to offer to apply my sunscreen.
Don’t let the high-hanging moon fool you. Even during the dead of night, Lennox rubbed sunscreen onto my shoulders and neck before we went for an evening swim.
I wasn’t lying when I said his dedication in ensuring I don’t leave Ravenshoe as a wrinkly prune was on par with his pitching skills. There hasn’t been a single day the past three weeks he hasn’t had his hands on me in some way. Not even our little bickers the past couple of days limited the number of times he’s touched me. I just need to push a little harder to show him I’m not the wallflower he thinks I am.
And what better way to do that than in a racy red bikini.
I learn the reason Lennox kept his distance the past twenty minutes when I exit the bathroom with my head held high and my stomach so sucked in, I’m going to give myself gas. He’s on the phone, talking to his agent.
Just like he did the night Desiree helped me get ready for Cody’s party, his throat works through a hard swallow before he tells Lindsay he needs to go before he disconnects their call without a farewell.
“Ready?”
He stops heading for the door when I extend on my head bob with words. “Once my sunscreen has been applied. I don’t want to get burned.”
I can see the indecisiveness in his eyes, smell it on his skin, but it isn’t strong enough to have me backing down. If I want him to take me seriously, I need him to stop looking at me as his friend. I could use Cody to force him to do that, but this way is kinder since I only risk the chance of being rejected once.
“I can do my stomach and the front of my legs, but I need your help with my shoulders and back.”
When I thrust the bottle of sunscreen to his half of the room, it hangs between us for several uncomfortable seconds. I start to grow worried that my father’s assumptions are as wayward as mine, but before panic truly settles in, Lennox removes the bottle from my grasp and suggests I lie on the bed so he can make sure he doesn’t miss any spots.
As it has been every other time he’s lathered me up with lotion, the tension is extremely thick when he commences rubbing the murky white goo into my neck, across my shoulders, and down my shoulder blades.
By the time he reaches the swell of my hips, I’m practically panting. I know firsthand how wonderous his hands are. I can’t act clueless anymore.
I moan into my pillow when Lennox mutters groggily, “Raise your ass a little off the bed, so I can get my hands between your thighs.”
Worry I don’t have a thigh gap would usually bombard me by now. The only reason it doesn’t is because Lennox already has one hand wedged between my legs. He’s just being greedy.
As tingles flood my pussy, Lennox reminds me that there’s more at stake here than my libido. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” When his strokes fasten on the inside of my thighs, my mind almost explodes. “Well, not what you said. More what you insinuated.”
“Insinuated?” I arch my back before tilting my pelvis closer to the mattress so my throbbing core is closer to his hand. “What did I insinuate?”
The need in my voice is undeniable, and mercifully, Lennox has no trouble hearing it. “That you never agreednotto fall in love with me,” he answers while lowering the direction of his strokes.
His middle finger is mere inches from my pussy. It kills me even more than my awareness my reply may push me into a hole I may never get out of.
“Yes. I meant it. Did you?”
I shake my head like I’m possessed when he asks, “That I’d never fall in love with you?”
“No.” I know he cares for me. Is it love? I’m not sure. But for now, it doesn’t matter. “The match on the Matched app. Did you mean to do that? Or were you teasing me since your profile was the only one I hit ‘match’ for?”
