He admired the back view before adding, “How was your day?”
This time, she turned back to him with a smile. “Good and you?”
“Not bad.” He shrugged. His eyes lost in the distance, he took a step forward, then another one. Before she knew what was happening, he’d wrenched the hose away from her.
“Scott! What the—” Her sentence ended on a shriek when water splashed her everywhere. “Stop it! Come on, don’t—Argh!”
He was too busy laughing at her demented dance. She was trying to avoid the water, but his aim was too good and she couldn’t get away.
“If you play nice, I’ll stop,” he offered, his face sporting a wide, wide smile.
“Play nice? Are you kidding? I was just—Scott!”
He inched the hose a few feet to her left. “You were saying?”
Her eyes were thunderous. It was truly a good thing she had yet to realize her clothes were so wet they were transparent. The white blouse she wore was so thin he could now see her bra. The nude lacy bra no longer hid the breasts it contained—soft, pale breasts with dusky pink nipples.
He watched those nipples harden, his cock twitching inside his pants in reaction. He stood there, unable to tear his gaze away from the lovely picture he’d created. And all it’d taken was a little water…
God, how he wanted her. He imagined laying her on the grass, his mouth instantly finding a puckered nipple, biting on it through her drenched clothes. She’d gasp and grab hold of his hair. Her hips would thrust up and brush his shaft. He’d—
“Guys! I need help here.” Drew’s voice shattered his lovely fantasy.
He watched as Kristyn took the opportunity offered by his friend and quickly ran back to the house, the hose now spouting water anywhere but at her. He shook his head, cursing himself under his breath at his lack of attention. He’d had her right where he wanted her!
Striding to the back wall, he turned the faucet off and looped the hose around it. Then he stood there, his back ramrod straight, facing away from the house until his erection subsided. When he felt calm enough, he gritted his teeth and joined them in the kitchen.
Kristyn was watching TV that same evening when a voice rang out, “Help!”
She was on her feet seconds later, worry building inside her. She followed the sounds and stopped short just inside the garage. Drew was lying on a bench, his chest glistening with sweat, his biceps taut as he pushed weights above his head.
“Problem?” she finally managed to mutter, stepping further into the room. She knew they’d moved all their gym equipment here to empty out the bedroom she now rented. It was a small, somewhat cold room, and she winced as the thought it was her fault they now had to work out down here.
“Yeah,” he panted a little, never stopping his movements. “Can you count along with me? I shouldn’t have had those two beers earlier. My brain’s a bit fizzled.”
She frowned. “Should you be doing this at all if you’re not feeling well?”
“I’m a SEAL, hon. I work out every day, rain or shine. So?” He stopped with the handle right over his face, his arms banded, the muscles in his stomach sticking out in sharp relief.
She bit her lower lip. Hard. “Sure,” she heard herself answer.
“Great. Thanks. Just sit by my feet and start counting as soon as I start again.”
“Where’s Scott? Doesn’t he usually work out with you?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, letting the weights back down. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face before motioning her over. “Right here, baby.”