His dick made the decision for him, and he moved a little closer. Adam prowled the path until he came upon the source of his torment. He hid behind one of the nearby oaks. Peering from behind his hiding place, he found Lily lounging in a claw-foot tub—no Tony in sight.
What in the hell is she doing outside in an antique bathtub? His straining cock twitched when he realized what she was doing in the old tub. She had a cell phone cradled against her ear and was, in fact, moaning into it.
Again, she said the name Tony. One of her hands was busy holding the phone. He couldn’t see her other hand, but knew where it was being utilized. He held his breath when she tipped back her slender neck, and that once sweet voice, now guttural, let out a growl. God, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He leaned forward as she lifted her leg over the edge of the tub. It felt so dirty to be spying on her. Like somehow he was back in his father’s garage when he and Nick had found the box of their dad’s nudie magazines. He’d been stone hard back then, when he was sixteen, and he was even harder now.
Damn. The woman was like a nymph out in the woods, waiting for a man to come along and pleasure her. He pressed the front of his shorts against the tree. The pressure felt good enough that he did it again.
“I-I have to, T-Tony.” Her husky breathing synched with Adam’s thrusts against the tree. She raised her other leg and propped her foot on the lip of the tub, tilting her hips out of the water.
Adam slapped his palm over his mouth to keep from calling to her. Her arm moved in a sensual rhythmic motion. Adam imagined the way her slender fingers were massaging the wet center of her pussy. His breath hitched as his brain pleaded for some kind of fucking relief. Before he could look away, he came in several sharp spasms. He dug his fingertips into the tree’s bark and bit down on the inside of his hand as his cock jerked and leaked against his underwear.
He watched her soft body seize and writhe as she played her fingers, finding the relief her body obviously craved was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. The soft mewls drifting from her throat made him want to come again. But damn, he was going to have to get out of sight, and fast, before she slipped out of her postorgasmic euphoria and looked over to find a stalker ogling her private escapade.
Adam spun on his heel and jogged up the path to the back lawn. A wicked smile tilted his lips as he reached down to snag the bags of groceries he’d left behind. He remembered being seventeen and making out with Jenny Landers in the back of his dad’s Buick. Yeah, he’d filled his underwear then too.
* * * *
Adam stood outside the sliding screen door for what felt like hours, trying to gain the courage to knock. The smell of warm cherries and sugar wafted on the breeze. God, the scent was heavenly. This woman could cook, write books, keep up a huge house, and look fucking sexy as hell the whole time. She was the ultimate package wrapped up in a soft, pink bow. His mind melted with the thought of her naked curves draped with a wide bow. Fuck, he was hard.
“Crap! Just crap!” He heard a frustrated voice from inside the kitchen, then the soft bang of the oven door.
He rapped his knuckle on the frame of the screen door. “Need some help in there?”
“Huh? Oh, Adam. You scared me. Come in.”
Adam slid the door open and walked into the colorful kitchen to find his daydream—wet dream—leaning over the counter, staring at a rectangular glass dish. Red goo bubbled over the edges. Ah…the warm cherry smell. He smiled. The apron hugging Lily’s waist accentuated the very feminine slope of her hips. If he could slip behind her and dig his fingers into the soft flesh, he could fuck her so well. Shit. Down boy.
“I’m taking this mess out of the oven,” she said. “They never turn out as good as the picture.” Her gaze lifted toward him. “Cat got your tongue? What are you standing all the way over there for? Come and look at this.” She waved the brightly colored oven mitt.
His body told him to move while his mind hesitated. He stood close enough so he could smell the fresh scent of flowers on her skin. He inched closer. The thin chemise did little to hide the lush fullness of her breasts. They were big, more than a handful. Breasts amazed him. All breasts really, but especially ones shaped like hers. His heart wanted him to rest his cheek between them, but his dick had other ideas. Like wanting to rut the fuck out of them.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked.
He avoided looking at her directly, fearing she’d know his secret. The erotic vision of her legs sprawled out over the edge of the tub flashed in his mind. This afternoon he’d watched this wonderful creature pleasure herself in that crazy bathtub in her garden. He looked at her hands. Those were the same hands that had brought her a powerful orgasm. His cock twitched, pleading to get closer to her.