“You’ll choose him, which is how it should be. Parents should always choose their kids over their love interest. My feelings aren’t hurt. I respect and understand your choice. You won’t get an argument from me,” I say.
“’Bout time. You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife.”
“What’s sexual tension?” Dillon asks.
Oh, this is going to be awkward.
“I’m going to kill you, Heaven!” Grayson roars.
Heaven tries to run away, but he can’t because of his cast, and I muffle my laughter as I watch Grayson grab Heaven and dunk his head in the pool.
Crap.
Maybe he is really going to kill him.
Chapter Thirteen
GRAYSON
“Hey…” I peek my head into Finley’s room.
She gasps, spinning around so fast her hair slings excess water. Finley white-knuckles the towel against her body and her face is as white as a sheet. “Can you please stay there? I’ve had one too many incidents involving a man while I’m in a towel.” Her free hand is in front of her, palm facing me in a gesture that tells me not to take a step forward.
I turn around to give her privacy, and my nostrils flare in rage when I think about the men who took advantage of her. One day, if she’s ever comfortable enough, I hope she can tell me her nightmares so I can turn them into daydreams. No woman should have to live in fear.
“I’m sorry for not knocking. That’s my fault. I wanted to ask if you wanted to help me paint Dillon’s room and get it set up?”
A few seconds of silence kills me slowly as I wait for her answer. I hear the rummage of clothes and the dresser drawers shut, but it’s the drop of the towel that almost has my head turning. It’s a sexy whoosh falling swiftly to the floor in an erotic tease. My cock plumps in my jeans knowing she’s right behind me, naked.
Nude.
In the fucking buff.
In that sexy birthday suit I want to unwrap as if she is a present.
I don’t move a muscle. My feet stay glued to the floor and my back stays turned. The urge is there to look, but I never would, not without her permission.
“Okay, you can turn around.”
Slowly, I spin my body, and I’m stunned with how beautiful she looks. Finley’s hair is damp, and she’s wearing one of the t-shirts that I let her borrow. The extra material is tied in a knot, resting above her hip, and she’s wearing the leggings I bought her yesterday, as well. I bought her a lot of things actually. An entire new wardrobe that she picked out. I tossed her my credit card when I was done buying for Dillon and told her to spend to her heart’s desire.
She wasn’t anything like Dillon, cutting corners or counting pennies. She saw it? She got it.
And it makes me feel good that I get to take care of her.
“You want me to help you? Really?” She saunters up to me and rocks on her heels with her hands behind her back.
Ever since that kiss two days ago, we have been tiptoeing around each other, not knowing what to do or how to act.
My eyes fall to her lips and my heart starts to thump against my sternum. I grin, “Yeah, I do. It’s the middle of the night, Dillon is sleeping, and I want to surprise him.”
It’s her eyes that fall to my lips next. “That’s very nice of you.” There’s a husk in her throat that I’ve only heard from a woman after they take a shot of whiskey, but she hasn’t drank a drop.
I take a step forward and she steps to the side, trying to ease her way between me and the wall, but I turn my body enough that she can’t get away from me. She presses her back against the wall, her breasts pressing against my chest as I lean forward and brace my hands on either side of her head.
“I’m a nice guy,” I say and push a piece of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Next, I trace the delicate edge of her jaw. She’s soft, fragile, and fucking beautiful. Her chest rises and falls quicker and quicker the closer my mouth gets to hers.
“Very nice.” Her words puff against my lips, and her minty breath slips down my throat.