CHAPTER 9
Maya glanced at Connor, who was as still as could be in the veranda’s hammock. He’d lain down after their hike, hours ago, and hadn’t moved since. He had muttered something about crunches, and promptly passed out.
She wanted to wake him with the news that the entrepreneurs had agreed to meet with her. First by phone and then, if that went well, in person. She didn’t really need to talk to Connor, of course, but she wanted to. She wanted to hear his thoughts, get advice, but most of all, get him pumped up about the idea—and preferably decide to come along with her as team lead, because she knew she was going to want to meet the entrepreneurs after tonight’s phone call.
In the distance, a garbage barge motored between the islands, and Maya squinted to see where it was heading. She leaned over the railing for a better look when she recognized Daphne and Tigger on the barge, coming her way.
Great. She did not need company distracting her right now.
Maya hurried down to the water, grabbing her niece, who by then was bouncing around on the end of the dock, trying to get the attention of anyone aboard the passing replica steamship Wenonah II.
“They can’t see you, hon. Too far away.”
“They might if I bounce higher.”
Maya shuffled her niece out of the way and helped Daphne tie up the barge.
“Is this a good time?” her sister asked.
“For what, exactly?” Maya eyed Shawn, one of Daphne’s protest buddies, the man running the boat. “We don’t have any garbage. Well, not enough to warrant the barge, anyway.”
“Oh, I’m not collecting trash today.” Shawn grinned, standing tall beside Maya’s kid sister.
“Shawn is taking his arborist’s training and said he’d check some of our trees.” Daphne smiled up at him, her soft sundress flowing around her in the breeze.
“Oh.” Maya ran a hand down her thigh and calculated how much this was going to cost. The island’s treetops were swaying even in this light wind. If one of the massive white pines fell on the cottage she’d be wishing she’d found a way to cough up the money to have it and any other dangerous trees taken down. Especially since Hailey had had to cut off the insurance a few years back, leaving the place unprotected.
“For free,” Daphne said behind her hand so only Maya would hear. She flashed Shawn another beaming smile and skipped to help him unload some tools from the barge.
“Will it be noisy?” Maya asked.
“Depends on what I need to do,” he replied.
“Any chance you could take down some of the trees leaning out over the water?”
The man shook his head. “Doubtful. I think there are a few government agencies that would get sticky about the shoreline—fish need places to lay eggs, and those trees, as well as fallen ones, create protection for them. Unless you have a permit to do work along the shore?”
“We don’t.” Her attention drifted to where their land was eroding in places, with waves undercutting tree roots and eating away the land near the boathouse. A few years ago they’d asked for an estimate on having it built up, but both the red tape and the cost were so overwhelming that the sisters had decided to allow nature to take its course. For now, anyway.
“I’ll take Tigger up to the cottage.” Maya turned to collect her niece, and found her already halfway up the path. “Tigger!”
“Oh. You still have your guy here,” Daphne said, her hand flying to her mouth.
“He’s asleep. Or was. Just do your tree thing, and I’ll keep the kiddo out of everyone’s hair. Oh, and Shawn?”
“Yup?”
“There’s a big tree above the cottage that leans pretty badly that we’re worried about. Can you check it out?”
“Sure thing.”
Maya heard the screen door slam as she hurried up the hill. She hoped Connor wouldn’t be bothered by having his space invaded.
Puffing slightly, she landed on the veranda moments after the screen door slammed a second time. Her niece was standing in front of Connor’s hammock, twisting her hips back and forth to make her fluffy dress move.
“What happened to your eye?” Tigger asked. Her hands were cupped together, sunflower seeds for her chipmunks dropping onto the veranda.
Connor, slightly bleary-eyed, his face shadowed by stubble, blinked at her. “I ran into a door frame,” he answered, his voice husky.
Maya let out a huff of amusement. Really? He couldn’t have gotten a little more creative?
Connor smiled comfortably, not edgy as he had been when he first arrived. He seemed to decompress after every nap, and a little more of the old Connor MacKenzie came out to play. “I know. I sound like an abused woman. At least it wasn’t a doorknob.”
“Tigger.” Maya reached for her niece. “Come on. Let Mr. MacKenzie sleep. I need to put on lunch—”
“I already ate lunch,” she replied.
“It’s for me and Mr. MacKenzie.”
“I thought you said he was going to sleep?”
“And I think you have some chipmunks to tame.”
Tigger held her fingers a fraction apart, dropping seeds as she turned to Connor. “I came this close to petting one.”
“Tigger has the classic Summer sister issue of impatience.”
“I screamed,” the five-year-old said wisely. “Not because I was scared, but because I was excited. I wanted my mom to see. I scared the chipmunk away.”
Connor’s gaze drifted up to Maya.
“I’m her aunt,” she said quickly. “Daphne, my youngest sister, is her mother.” Maya gave Tigger a little push. “Go find your chippies. I think they’re hungry.”
“I saw one up on the veranda earlier,” Connor said, his voice having lost its huskiness. “I thought it was going to steal my sock.”
The girl turned back to him, her mouth dropping open. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Tigger, go play and let our guest rest.”
The girl reluctantly went down the steps to find chipmunks.
“Sorry,” Maya said to Connor.
“Why? She’s cute. And she’s got that persistent, quick-as-a-whip Maya thing going on. I’ve never seen someone wrap around you like that and beat you at your own game.”
Maya wasn’t sure if he was complimenting her or poking at her. “My sister and an arborist are looking at a few trees. I hope they don’t disturb you.”
“Why so formal?”
“Formal?”
“You’re acting as if I’m a guest.”
“You are.”
“Suddenly you’re not calling me names, and you’re acting as if you’re a butler or something.” He tapped her hand with the back of his. “Treat me like a friend taking a vacation.”
“Um. Yeah.” A friend with some serious benefits. “All right. Want a drink?”
Connor stretched, slipping his hands behind his head, lost in the view of the boathouse and calm water below. “I shouldn’t.”
“I meant water or juice or something.”
“Sure.”
“I’m going to start a late lunch. Let me know if you need anything.”
“What time is it?”
“Two.”
“Seriously?”
“You napped for three hours.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah. Oh! And I talked to the entrepreneurs.”
“Great. Take it away, Maya.”
“I’m going to chat on the phone tonight.”
“Great. When’s lunch?” He stood, his focus elsewhere.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Great. I’ll be in my room. Let me know when it’s ready.”
Maya watched him leave, her heart going with him.
* * *
Maya set Connor’s lunch on the shortened dining table and sliced a fresh peach for herself. She’d eaten earlier, but still wanted to sit with him. Pick his mind, flirt a little. And whatever else happened to come up. Preferably in his lap.
Connor pulled out her chair, and waited for her to sit before pushing it in. Then he took his spot across from her, frowning at her plate of sliced peaches.
“I ate earlier,” she said.
“I could have made my own sandwich.”
“Nah, it’s part of the deal. I’ll eat a snack with you, though—if you don’t mind.”
Connor shrugged and dug into his sandwich. Halfway through, he cocked his head, listening to a tapping sound coming from behind the cottage. “Is that a woodpecker?”
“I think it’s Shawn checking trees.” Maya listened, not hearing the normal sounds of her niece playing.
“For what?”
“Rot, I think. There are some big pines uphill of us and one big one that needs to be taken down.”
Connor lowered his sandwich. “Should I be worried?”
“I don’t think so…” Maya wiped peach juice off her elbows with a paper napkin, thoughts of picking Connor’s brain or flirting with him forgotten. “Have you seen Tigger lately?”
He shook his head.
“I’m going to go investigate.” Maya stepped off the veranda onto the flat area where the ice shed used to be, her senses on high alert. Big trees freaked her out. It wasn’t windy, so they weren’t swaying and creaking as they did in a storm, but nevertheless, she couldn’t seem to chill out.
Stepping through wildflowers and ferns, Maya climbed up to where Daphne and Shawn were standing on a moss-covered rock, checking on a hemlock growing out of a crack.
“Did you see this?” Shawn called. “This tree is growing in barely anything.”
“Yeah, cool. Have you see Tigger?”
Daphne pointed to a spot a hundred yards to their right, just above the boathouse path. “She’s collecting stuff for a new fairy house. Totally involved.”
Maya sagged in relief as the girl flounced through the underbrush, a long blue cord trailing behind her as she squatted to pick up another treasure to add to her bunched up skirt, which was acting as a basket.
“How are the trees looking?” Maya asked Shawn.
“Overall, pretty good,” he replied, stepping a few paces uphill to tap at another trunk.
“Any that need to be taken down?”
“I’ve got that leaning one you mentioned set up for taking down. The guide ropes are ready so it falls in the right place. There’s another massive white pine up near the crest of the hill which gets the full brunt of the wind and could use a topping so it doesn’t come down in a big storm. I don’t think it would reach the cottage, but if it did…” He waved dismissively and continued uphill, checking more trees, pushing against a few and performing other tree mumbo jumbo.
“He’s cute,” Daphne whispered.
“Don’t fall under the spell of Nymph Island,” Maya teased.
“He’s literally a tree-hugger. What could be more perfect?”
Maya assessed Shawn, noting his lean build, Greenpeace T-shirt and scruffy, handsome looks. He probably would make a good fit with her hippie sister. “Hey, Shawn?”
“Yup!” he called.
“You seeing anyone?”
“In the trees?”
She rolled her eyes. “Romantically?”
“Why? You interested?”
“No, but my sister needs a date for a…” She waved a hand at Daphne, gesturing for her to hurry up and find an excuse.
“I don’t know!” Daphne whispered, her cheeks pink.
“For a movie. She wants to see Finian’s new movie.” Maya shrugged and Daphne nodded. “You heard Hailey’s dating him?”
“I did.”
“Yeah, well, he has a new movie coming out and we’ll be going to the opening night in Bracebridge. Daphne needs a date. It’s an action flick. Want to come? We can’t promise anything special, because Finian and Hailey will be in Hollywood, but it would be cool if you came.”
“Who are you taking?”
Maya stole a glance at her sister. “Um, me?”
“Yeah, if it’s like a couple thing. I have a friend who might want to go, too.”
Maya froze, glancing again at Daphne, whose attention was fixed on something behind her. This wasn’t the time to be a good mother and watch her daughter; Maya needed help or she’d be sitting beside a tree-hugging guy with dreadlocks for two hours. Not that there was anything wrong with that—it was just so far off track compared to what she usually sought out that it would be like a penguin searching for a mate at the north pole.
“She’s going with me,” a male voice called out.
She turned, relieved to see Connor coming up the hill, ducking under Shawn’s colorful tree guide ropes. The way Connor was moving, she could tell his quads ached, but he didn’t let on. His face was a mask—the same business look she’d come to admire.
Daphne held out her hand as Connor met up with them, and he took it in a gentle shake. “Daphne Summer,” she said. “You must be Connor MacKenzie?”
“I have one of your paintings,” he replied, head tipped to the side.
“You do?” Her voice squeaked slightly.
“Yeah, my assistant picked it up on a whim. A big sunflower.”
Daphne turned to Maya, a question in her eyes, and she held up her hands in surrender. “I didn’t buy it, Daph. Totally unrelated.”
Her sister whispered, “Destiny...”
“So? Can I come to the movie with you?” Connor asked. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a flick in a theater.”
“It’s this weekend,” Daphne said. “Simone and our mother are going to join us, too.” She turned to call up the hill to Shawn, “So? You coming to the movie with me or what?”
“Just tell me where and when,” he yelled back. “And heads up! I’m taking down the leaning pine. It’ll fall east of you so don’t move that way. You should be fine where you are.”
“Got it,” Daphne called.
Maya swept her gaze over the group, making sure everyone was out of Shawn’s way as he started his chainsaw. Everyone accounted for, including Tigger who was now picking flowers near the cottage.
Daphne glanced at Maya and Connor with a grin. “So? You two going together?”
Connor raised his eyebrows and Maya pretended to be put out, but inside she was doing a happy jig that would rival Riverdance. “Yeah, sure. Why not?” She ran a finger up Connor’s chest and flicked his stubble-covered chin affectionately. “I hear this guy cleans up pretty good.”
He grinned in a way that made her feel as though he was seconds away from pouncing on her and kissing her until she begged for mercy. Which, for the record, would take a really long time.
“Oh shit!” Shawn yelled. “Oh shit! Timber!”
Maya’s attention turned upward as movement caught her attention. A big-assed tree was tipping toward them, gravity pulling it downward. One of the blue guide ropes was missing and it was angling toward them in a blur.
Her eyes flicked to where Tigger was playing, singing a song to herself. Directly in line.
Something blasted her shoulder, and she spun to catch her balance. Connor. He tore past her, heading for Tigger, while Maya grabbed her sister, who was rooted in place, her face a mask of pain and horror. With strength born of desperation, Maya dragged her back, away from the falling tree. Jerking a glance over her shoulder, trying to see if Connor had reached her niece in time, she tripped on an exposed root and sprawled to the ground, hitting hard enough to wind her. Daphne landed beside her, her knee ramming into Maya’s side.
“Tigger!” Daphne screamed, as the tree landed, shaking the ground, followed by a rain of boughs and broken branches. Other trees shuddered and dropped torn leaves and limbs as the giant thudded to the earth.
“Tigger!”
“She’s okay!” called Connor, his voice strong.
Daphne scrambled toward the sound.
Maya pushed herself onto her back, her lungs shrieking for oxygen. She stared at the sky, unable to inhale. There was a new hole in the canopy up there, where the tree had come down. Maples reached for each other across the space, like outstretched human hands in a Michelangelo fresco.
Breathe, body, breathe.
Slowly, as her lungs recovered from the shock of impact, she drew in slivers of air, fighting the blackness that coated her vision. She carefully tested her limbs. She was entirely numb. Where Daphne had landed on her ribs there was an odd, vague sensation that she knew would soon become a shaft of pain, a trail of fire in its wake.
“You okay?” Shawn’s face appeared above hers and she jolted, her lungs heaving into action. She nodded, unable to speak, gasping like a stranded fish.
“Take it easy.” Connor knelt beside her, holding her shoulders. Tears pricked her eyes, and all she wanted was for him to hold her close so she could sob against his chest. “I think you knocked the wind out of yourself. Tigger is fine.”
They stared at each other for a long moment. Then, finding her voice, Maya whispered, “Thank you.”
Connor shrugged, struggling to shake off what she could see in his eyes. He sank to the earth, drawing a trembling hand over his mouth. Then he looked at Shawn and abruptly popped to his feet.
“You stupid son of a bitch! You could have killed us! What the hell were you doing up there? Do you know anything about trees? You could have killed that little girl!”
Maya pushed herself off the ground, pain finally catching up with her and stealing her breath. She wedged herself between the two men, pressing a hand on the chest of each as she tried to focus.
Shawn’s body was shaking under her palm. He apologized in a fluid stream, barely pausing to breathe. “It was an accident. Man, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I had all the guide ropes in place and checked twice. No wind. I cut it right. I swear. One of the ropes—something happened.”
“I guess no charge for taking that one down, huh?” Daphne said feebly, coming around the massive fallen tree, her daughter clinging to her like a baby monkey, one of the guide ropes dangling from her waist like a belt.
Shawn paled and stepped away from Connor, whose fists were clenched, his neck muscles straining.
“Don’t you double check your work? Who takes down a tree around kids?” Connor snapped.
Shawn bent over, hands on his knees. “It went over like a tipsy bridesmaid. Oh, God. Have mercy on me. I swear I’ll never...”
Tigger giggled at Shawn, the severity of the situation not registering, as she slipped out of her mother’s arms. “That whole tree came down!” She snuck her hand into Connor’s, her fingers vanishing in his grip. “Thank you for saving me, Mr. MacKenzie.”
He gave a tight nod and blinked twice, his expression changing from one of rage to something else. He gave a large exhalation and, gently releasing Tigger’s hand, pivoted to move briskly down the hill and into the cottage.
“That was exciting,” Daphne said in a low voice. Her body was shaking and she looked as though she was fighting tears.
“I’m not allowed to touch ropes anymore,” Tigger said sadly.
“Is the cottage okay?” Maya asked her sister. She squeezed her fingers into a fist, fingers that still pulsed from being pressed against Connor’s muscled chest.
“Two broken windows.” Daphne tipped her chin up as though she could keep from crying if she just got her head positioned right.
“I’ll pay for them,” Shawn said quickly.
Maya nodded, her mind already on other things. Namely, Connor, and what was going on in that heart and mind of his.
* * *
Connor swiped at his dry eyes as Tigger solemnly stared up at him. He stopped the hammock from moving so it wouldn’t hit her. She looked too precious and fragile in her party dress, the lace along the edge tattered from climbing trees and chasing chipmunks. There were dirt smudges from where he’d tossed her into the underbrush as the tree came crashing down behind them, sending chunks of earth, grass and leaves flying through the air as though a bomb had gone off.
“Do you have any sugar?” the girl asked.
Connor tried to focus on the here and now, and the fact that everyone was safe. Tigger. Him. Even the freaked-out-looking Maya. He’d never witnessed fear so raw and stark in anyone before, and Maya had been the last person he had ever expected to see it in. He’d wanted to hold her, tell her it was okay, but he feared that kind of act would have enraged her—for making it seem as though she was weak and in need of consolation.
“Do you?” Tigger repeated.
“Uh, no.”
The girl’s lips curved into a frown, her chin dimpling with disappointment. Oh, no. Don’t do that to a man. His hands were still shaking from his mad dash beneath the falling tree, saving her from what would have been certain death.
Him. Connor McKenzie. A broken man had just saved a life. Lord have mercy on his soul, but all he wanted to do was burst into tears. There was too much aftermath clawing its way through him and he was failing at battling it back. He was too tired to be the stoic male, and too tired to deal with more female disappointment.
“Am I supposed to have sugar?” he asked.
“Old men always have candy.”
Shock set him back. “I’m not an old man!”
“Yes, you are.”
“Prove it.”
“You move like an old man. You’re old, and old men have candies.” Tigger’s jaw was set in a way that reminded him of Maya.
Laughing, he shook his head, unsure how to make her see his point. “But I just saved you!” he said. “I just ran across and―” he gestured wildly “―and swooped you up! Old men can’t do that.”
“Tigger,” scolded Daphne, coming up the veranda steps.
Birds were chirping in the background, again. It had been eerily silent after the tree had fallen. He peered around her for Shawn’s form. She was alone, which was good. He didn’t want to see Shawn until he stopped shaking and his heart rate returned to normal. Otherwise, he might find himself behind bars for manslaughter.
Sure, it had been an accident, but Connor couldn’t help pouring all his adrenaline-fired blame on that man’s shoulders for not seeing that the girl had removed one of his most important safeties. He’d almost killed Tigger. Almost. If Connor hadn’t been there… If he’d been a moment slower…
He needed to stop thinking.
Connor tried to give Daphne a reassuring smile, but the truth of Tigger’s words hurt. He bowed his head, sneaking a peek at the disappointed little girl in front of him. “Sorry, kiddo.”
Tigger thrust out her lip in a pout that instead of making him want to give her a scolding, tore at his heart. Such an obvious tactic, and yet he couldn’t believe how well it was working on him. No wonder old men carried candies; it wasn’t for low blood sugar, it was to eliminate the chance of having their heart torn from their chests by cute kids. Especially once you had realized just how fleeting life really was.
Daphne angled toward Connor, blocking her daughter’s view as she dropped a Werther’s Original caramel in his hand. She gave him a smile, pressing warmly as she closed his fingers around the candy. “Thank you.”
He gave a small nod, not daring to speak. When Daphne disappeared into the cottage, he opened his palm, revealing the golden wrapper to the small girl.
Tigger’s face lit up and she bounded over, her dress flouncing as she snagged the candy.
“Thank you!” She gave him a quick squeeze around his neck that about guaranteed he’d need to see his chiropractor when he went back to Toronto, and said, “Told you you were old!”
“Yeah, yeah, you got me.” He swung his legs up into the hammock and set about rocking it, ready for a nap like the old man he was, as he watched Tigger shuck the wrapper and pop the candy into her cheek in a second flat, making her resemble the chipmunks she was trying to tame.
Maya came onto the veranda, her movements revealing her pain. Whatever had happened on her side of the tree hadn’t been pretty. Her forehead wrinkled as she caught sight of the candy tucked in her niece’s cheek.
“It’s a good thing my competitors don’t know her tactics,” Connor said. “I’d be done for within a matter of minutes.”
Wincing, Maya flopped into the chair near the hammock, setting the old wicker creaking like an arthritic in a storm. “Sugar winds her up.” Maya bent her arms, gazing at her elbows, which were a dirty, bloody mess.
“Aw, Maya. Look at you.” Connor sat up, taking her in. Her knees were a disaster, and her chin was scraped, as well. “Are you okay?”
Maya’s bottom lip quivered slightly before she tucked it into her mouth, pinning it under her teeth. She gave a tight chin lift in acknowledgment.
“Have you checked the windows?” he asked.
“No. I came to see if you were okay.”
“I’m fine.” He held out his shaking hands and laughed. “Like a rock.”
She smiled, her face pale. He reached across the space, just about falling out the hammock as he gave her shoulder a quick squeeze, letting his touch linger when she blinked back tears.
“It’s okay, Maya.”
“I know.” She waved at the wetness in her eyes. “This is stupid.”
He let out a low whistle as he caught sight of the torn skin on her palms. “Look at your hands! Come on, let’s clean you up.” Connor leveraged himself out of the hammock, then paused, noting his muscles were screaming in a new way—from hard use rather than fatigue. The sprint to Tigger must have built up an incredible amount of lactic acid. He paused again, then pushed himself all the way upright, ignoring the myriad of sharp muscle pains. So, he was officially on the road to recovery. How about that.
Maya hobbled to the screen door, trying to hide her pain. But her hips still swayed in that sweet way that made him want to pull them against his, and he smiled, remembering why he’d done all those crunches, the hike, the swim. Heck, maybe he’d even add a few more push-ups before bed.
* * *
Connor stood at the doorway to the bathroom, watching Maya dig through a medicine cabinet.
“Come in,” she said. “Close the door.”
That was an offer he was willing to accept. He shut the door behind him, amazed at how well it closed, given the cottage’s age. Connor gently directed Maya to the bench under the window, cringing at the condition of her knees.
“Where shall I start?” He looked up and spotted the wound on the underside of her chin. He bent his head, assessing the extent of the damage. “You did a real number on yourself.”
“Better than being hit by a tree.”
“Any day of the week.” He sorted through the first aid items. “I think we need to clean you up for starters. Do you have a facecloth?”
Maya pointed to a basket on a shelf to his left.
“Apparently, I am blind.” He shot her a reassuring smile, not sure his doctoring skills would be up to par. But honestly, a chance to touch her bare legs? Only a fool would turn down the opportunity to play doctor on a woman such as Maya.
Connor filled the sink with warm water and swished the cloth around while glancing at himself in the mirror. He might be handsome again one day if he could ditch those bags under his eyes. And maybe get that greenish bruise to go away completely.
He turned back to Maya, kneeling in front of her. “Want an aspirin or something?”
“I’m fine.”
He began dabbing at her knees, finding that the dirt stuck between every tiny crease in her skin. He rinsed out the cloth and tried again, using more water, letting it run down her leg and onto another cloth.
“Sorry,” he said when she flinched. There were a few big tears in her skin, but luckily, nothing too deep. He slowly wiped her legs with the dry cloth, cleaning her down to her toes. Such lovely, gorgeous toes. Downright sexy.
Maya presented her palms. “These are going to be fun.”
“Is that a rock lodged under your skin?” He removed the tiny pebble, and lowered her hands into fresh water in the sink. “Let them soak.” He brushed the hair off her face, his moves slow and gentle. “They must be numb. You didn’t even flinch.”
He needed to add bicep dips to his repertoire tomorrow. And another swim. Maybe both. Because he swore as he brushed against Maya his body felt stronger, tighter. And he liked it. A lot. With her back against his chest, he reached around her, helping her clean her palms. It was something she could do on her own, but she didn’t seem to mind the help. He inhaled her scent, watching as she matched his breaths, leaning back against him.
Mmm. This was good. Innocent, yet entirely erotic.
He slowly scooped water in his palms and ran them up her forearms, letting the warm liquid spill over her bare skin. She shivered and he moved closer, his body stretched over hers like a shadow. “You cold?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head and tipped it back against his shoulder. Allowing himself to cross the line, he placed a light kiss on her neck before returning his attention to her hands, hoping she felt as tempted as he did.
When her palms were fixed up, he gently spun her to face him, her back to the sink. He let his gaze linger on hers, then slowly lifted her arms to see her elbows. Her face pinched in pain and he stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“My ribs hurt.”
“Ribs?” Keeping eye contact, he tenderly lifted the hem of her shirt, asking for permission.
“Oh, for crying out loud, Connor. You’ve seen me shirtless twice.” She whipped off her top, her breath catching with the sudden movement.
That bra was as sexy as anything he’d ever seen in a Victoria’s Secret commercial. Its satin dipped low over her curves, pushing them up in a bounty that stirred his testosterone into a whirlwind. He blinked back the need that tore through him, fighting the temptation to lower his face to her breasts and tug her dark nipples out of their hiding spots….
“My ribs are lower,” she said, her voice sensual, teasing.
“Yeah, I know. I’m analyzing your assets.” He bent close as if he was going to bite her neck, and she arched her spine, pressing into him. He reached behind her and pulled the plug from the sink, draining the murky water. Then he leaned back, eyebrow raised. Her cheeks flushed as she bowed her head to check her ribs.
“Ouch,” he said. “That’s some welt.”
He touched her skin, sending goose bumps across her midriff as he shifted her to get a better view.
“I’ll get some ice,” he said, stepping out of the bathroom.
On the other side of the door he took a moment to compose himself. He wanted to screw Maya senseless, and was playing a dangerous game in there. One where he wouldn’t win. One that would end in his humiliation, because even as stirred up as he was, he knew he couldn’t commit to the level their bodies surely desired.
Not yet.
He returned with ice wrapped in a damp tea towel, unsure whether he should apply it himself or excuse himself before he got in too deep. Maya glanced up at him, and there was something in her expression that made him drop to his knees and gently press the ice pack against her red skin. She inhaled, pushing her chest out as she curved away from the cold. He’d like to watch that move again and again. He reapplied the pack, and she placed her cool hand over his, folding herself against him as he fell back onto his heels, clutching her. Within seconds his fingers were knotted in her hair, tipping her head back to gain access to her mouth, kissing her with full force, pushing every emotion roaring through him into the kiss.
Her fingers slipped under his shirt, lifting it away from his body and over his head. He suppressed the urge to tense his muscles so he’d seem firmer under her touch, and caressed her shoulders. He ran his hands over her breasts, hooking his fingers in the edge of her bra to draw her nipples free. He pushed his palms back up her chest in a fluid move. His hands met at her neck, and he swooped them around behind her head so he could tilt her back and kiss his way across her collarbone. Her fingers trailed down his chest and he shifted her so she could grind against his partial.
Come on, buddy. Now’s a good time to come up and say hello.
“I want you bad,” he whispered, and she sucked on his tongue, making him think of what she could do to a hard-on. He groaned and unbuttoned her shorts.
“Auntie Maya?” called a sweet voice.
Maya tipped her head up, looking dazed, her curls a riot around her perfect, flushed face. She pressed a finger to her wet lips.
The doorknob began to turn and Connor leaped into action, his abs screaming with the effort as he unceremoniously dumped Maya on the floor, her breasts bouncing. He grabbed the knob, not allowing the door to open fully. Slipping out into the hall, he smiled at Tigger.
“Hey, kiddo. Need the facilities?”
“The what?”
“Bathroom? Your aunt is just finishing up.” He pointed to the heels of his hands. “She’s going to be sore for a few days.”
“Does she need a Band-Aid? I have some princess ones in my mommy’s purse.”
“You know, she might like that.”
Tigger quirked her head. “Where’s your shirt?”
“Oh…” He ran his fingers through his hair as Maya joined them.
“Hi, Auntie Maya.” The girl danced into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Connor stepped to Maya, pinning her against the wall, his lips on hers. She lifted her legs, pressing her heat against his crotch. He pushed forward, grinding into her, barely able to breathe through his passion.
They kissed as though it would be their last, until the sound of the toilet flushing broke their embrace. Maya dropped her feet to the floor and straightened her top. Without a word, she stepped into the living room, her ass swaying as though it held the secrets of the world.
He was a doomed man.