“What the hell do you thi…”
Jonah’s thought processes shut down,
the words drying up as he stared at the apparition in front of him.
Eyes blinking furiously, he stumbled backwards and bumped into the
door behind him, smacking his head on the timber surface. His feet
went out from under him and he ended up on his ass on the tiled
floor.
He closed his eyes a moment, sure he
was in the grip of a particularly erotic dream. His cock certainly
thought so. As if it had a mind of its own, it reared up, stiffening
to attention and pointing its head in the direction it wanted to go.
What the fuck, it did have a mind of its own, especially
where this woman was concerned.
“Hello, Jonah.”
His eyes snapped open and he focused
on her, trying to ease the constriction in his jeans. She’d draped
her arms over the edge of the bathtub and rested her chin on her
hands. At least now he wasn’t distracted by the sight of her slender
body covered in nothing but an itty-bitty piece of butt floss and a
gold chain about her waist.
Yeah, right!
He had a
photographic memory and it had already processed the image of Samie
dressed in a black thong and floundering about in a tub of water.
And talking of water…
“Turn the flippin’ tap off, woman.
You’re drowning my apartment below.”
“Oh crap, I’m so sorry.” She unlinked
her arms and started to rise up in the bathtub.
Jonah panicked. “No, don’t… Stay
there. I’ll turn it off.”
Jesus, he was acting like a raw
teenager, freaking out at his first glimpse of a naked woman. He was
a grown man for crying out loud, with his fair share of affairs
behind him. The sight of a nearly naked Samie shouldn’t have thrown
him into this type of tailspin. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to
seeing her running around in the briefest of swimwear.
He tried to scramble to his feet, but
he couldn’t get any purchase on the wet tiles. By the time he
managed to get to his knees, his jeans were soaked through to his
shorts, the fabric moulding the biggest boner he’d had in a long
time.
Water filled the bathtub to the brim,
flowing over the top and covering the floor. Samie’s floundering
around sloshed even more over the edge. On hands and knees, Jonah
crawled to the tub and turned off the tap. Grabbing the towels
hanging on the rail beside him, he tossed them onto the floor to sop
up some of the moisture. Then he turned his attention to Samie.
Oh-ohhh, wrong move.
Jonah groaned. Wedged up against the side of the bathtub, and with
Samie kneeling on the porcelain surface, his eyes were level with a
gorgeous set of boobs. For such a slim girl—woman!—she sure had big
breasts. Rosy nipples, large areoles, deeply tanned…except for a
perfect white triangle where her swimsuit normally covered.
He had a sudden hankering to lean
across and take one of those pert nipples into his mouth, see how
much of the darker surrounding area he could cover at the same time.
Sudden? Like hell. This was something he’d fantasized
about for the last eight months, ever since he’d moved into the
block of apartments owned by Samie’s mum, and now her. Problem was,
she’d never handed out the right signals to make him assume she
might be interested in something more than landlady/tenant.
And she isn’t now, you randy fool, so get with the
game.
Oh, she was friendly enough, but he
wanted more than friendly. If anything, she treated him like a big
brother. Shit, he didn’t want to be anyone’s big brother and
certainly not Samie’s. If the state of his cock right now was any
indication, he’d never be able to think of her as a sibling.
“What the heck do you think you’re
doing?” he snapped in an effort to keep his mind off her body. “You
trying to drown me? If you want to get rid of me, just say so and
I’ll vacate. And take those stupid goggles off. It’s like talking to
a goldfish with bug eyes.”
She whipped her hand up and tried to
snatch the swim goggles off her head, grimacing when the strap
snagged in her hair. “Damn, I’m caught. Give me a hand here, will
you?”
No, no, no!
He didn’t want to do it, but he had
no valid reason for refusing. Didn’t she realise that would put him
within mouth…er, hand distance of her naked boobs?
With a tortured sigh, he shuffled
closer and reached for the tangled goggles. As he sifted his hand
through her lush red-gold waves, she rested her head against his
chest. Heat hit him, forking through his body and lodging in the
already hard appendage pushing at the front of his jeans. Hell, much
more and he’d explode…or bust the zip of his pants at the very
least.
After a few clumsy tugs and a lot of
under-the-breath swearing, he managed to get the goggles free and
dropped them into the water. Dividing her hair into two bunches, he
dragged it forward over her shoulders. Her hair was so long it
covered her breasts totally. He was finally able to breathe without
struggling for oxygen.
“There. Now you look like a mermaid.
One of those ones who sit on the rocks and lure the sailors to their
deaths.” He grinned at her, only to have her start, twisting her
body to look at him with what he could have sworn was shock. Her
bright blue eyes opened wide. Her face paled beneath her tan and her
hands shook as she covered her breasts, hair and all.
Water sloshed over the side of the
bath at her movement, cascading down his front. Ah shit, at this
rate, I’ll have had my bath before she’s finished.
He sighed. “Wanna tell me what you
were doing?”
“I was trying to teach myself to
swim, or at least how to float.”
“You what?” He started to laugh,
cutting it off when he realised she was serious. “You can’t swim?
But I see you on the beach all the time.”
“Yeah, but you never see me in the
water, do you?” She shrugged and the hair parted over one nipple.
Jonah found his gaze sliding back to
her chest. He gulped and stared fixedly at her face again. “I
thought you were just like all the other beach bunnies, strutting
around showing off your body in those cutesy bikinis you favour.
Hell, most of the girls on the beach wear swimmers that would
disintegrate if they so much as got them wet.”
She punched him on the arm. “I am not
a beach bunny. I’m a hard-working business woman and I wear those
cutesy bikinis as you call them to advertise my wares.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Well, they sure do that.”
His gaze slid south and so did all the blood in his body. He tried
to ignore the twitching of his cock. The bloody thing was talking
again, telling him where it wanted to go.
Sheeze.
Copyright ©2007 Alexis Fleming
