Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
She’s not even making an attempt to hide herself.
No. She’s flaunting it.
“Well?” She smirks. “Do you like what you see?”
Something in me snaps.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I bark, stepping out of the trees as my heart pounds hard in my chest.
Lena simply tilts her head to the side, pretending to be confused, while she bites her lower lip. She knows exactly what she’s doing and the effect it’s having on me. “I’m taking a bath,” she replies innocently. “There’s no tub in my barn loft.”
I grit my teeth. “You’re completely naked and out in the open, Lena. Anyone could come by and see you!”
No one gets to see Lena like this. Not now, not ever.
“Anyone?” she echoes, stepping completely out of the water like some forest goddess, water trickling down her nipples and down her flat stomach. “Or you?”
My eyes follow the droplets to the tiny little slit just barely visible between her legs–
“Fuck,” I growl beneath my breath.
I turn my back on her before I do something really stupid. I’ve got my jaw clenched so tight I may just crack a molar. “Get dressed!” I snarl back at her, my voice low and threatening. “Now.”
Lena laughs.
She actually laughs like I’m playing some goddamn game with her. Like she’s not driving me completely insane, twisting me up from the inside out.
“And if I don’t?” she asks softly. “Why are you turned around, Colt? I like when you look at me like that.”
I whip around so fast her eyes widen as she’s caught off guard. “You don’t know who you’re playing with, little girl.”
Her lips purse, and she stretches a hand over her head, tossing her wet hair. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Colt.
“Oh, you’re not?” I ask, stepping forward, fists clenched. “Then stop acting like this–” I wave my hand between us. Between her prime, naked, teenage body and my throbbing cock, pulsing with desire. “This is dangerous, Lena. You think you’re grown up enough to handle it, but you’re not. You don’t know…you don’t know what I’d do to you.”
I’ve said too much. I’m running my mouth like a moron. Christ, how did I let things get to this point? How did I let her drag me here?
The thought of another man seeing her like this has me crazy. Her body is a masterpiece, and while it may be off-limits to me, her dad can’t keep her away from every guy out there.
A flash of jealousy hits me like a hot blow to the gut.
Lena lifts her chin defiantly, causing her tits to sway, mesmerizing me even more. “Oh, no? Try me, cowboy.”
Goddamn her.
I take another step forward, as though my body is on autopilot, until I’m close enough to smell the pond water on her skin and the scent of vanilla from her shampoo. Close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off her beautiful body.
My hands are shaking.
I want to touch her, taste her, mark her as my own. I reach out and gently lift a strand of her hair from her shoulder, accidentally brushing her skin with the back of my finger.
The sensation is like a jolt of electricity, shocking me out of my stupor.
I instantly turn on my heels and storm away from her, fists clenched so tightly that I’m about to draw blood from my palms.
“Where you going, Colt!?” Lena calls after me, giggling like the spoiled little brat she is. “Don’t go! I was just trying to have a little fun with you!”
Fun. Right. She has no idea what I’d do to her if I let myself go that far.
I keep walking. I don’t even look back. One more view of her naked body and I won’t be able to make it home. I’ll have her tossed over my shoulder, hauling her back to my bedroom like a caveman.
I’m halfway back to the house when I stop, my chest rising and my heart pounding so heavily I can hear it in my ears. I snarl and drive my fist into the side of the feed shed. The pain grounds me, reminding me that there is a line with Lina that I cannot cross.
But for fuck’s sake–she is eighteen now.
But that doesn’t mean she can be mine.
She’s the boss’s daughter. She’s my responsibility. I’m supposed to be watching over her, teaching her, showing her the realities of what life is all about–not lusting over her like some wild animal who’s found his mate. What is this? Punishment for every sin I’ve ever committed in my life?
Lena is everything I could ever want.
I’ve never wanted a woman more.
When I finally make it back to my room, I slump down on the edge of the bed, head between my knees, growling down at the hardest hard-on I’ve ever had in my goddamn life. I need a cold shower and maybe even some ice packs. Maybe even a hypnotist who can clean all these thoughts I have for her from my head.