"Well, I see why you come here," I say casually; it really is beautiful,"
I step towards the water, letting my calves go under and raising my arms. It’s an automatic move. I know full well that it will lift my dress even higher over my thighs. Stretching and sighing heavily I lower my arms and look behind me. Bingo. His eyes are exactly where I want them: on my legs.
I have to admit they are some of my best features. I take great pride in the slender shapeliness of them. I'm a runner, after all, so I suppose nice legs are a given. Still, I enjoy the appreciative glances from men.
He notices me noticing him, and I can't help but grin. He swallows hard, not bothering to look away this time, his eyes fixed on mine.
"You know, Chief," I say quietly, enjoying the way his body tenses up at my voice. "You're quite handsome," I say, smiling and taking a step toward him, the water dripping down my calves.
"Thank you, Lucy," he whispers, his eyes looking away from me now, back toward the fishing pole in his hand.
For a moment, I have to contain a small laugh at the placement of the fishing rod between his legs. I consider asking if he wants me to give him a hand, but I’m not sure how crude I can push this.
Walking towards him now, I enjoy the way his eyes shift from me and back to the water as he sits in silence. His body is rigid and stiff.
"Do you have anything to say, Chief Traverse?" I ask, my voice a little taunting. I tilt my head, hoping I look confident and sexy.
"Don't you have boys your own age you can toy with?" he asks, his voice hard.
"None that interest me the way you do," I say quietly, my eyes on his.
He looks at me now, those blue eyes piercing me and holding me still. I wonder for a moment how they will darken as the body they are within drives into me.
"I don't think you know what you're asking of me." Only his voice is calm, cool, and uncharacteristically still. Contradicting the sparks igniting in his wild eyes.
He doesn’t look like himself at all now. He is holding his body too tight, too rigid, as if he’s afraid he will explode. God, I want to make him explode.
"I know exactly what I'm asking," I say, leaning towards him. "I'm not a little girl, Kenton," I say, using his name for the first time; his eyes widen as I move even closer to him.
"What did you call me?" he growls.
"Kenton, that's your name," I say slyly, teasing him with my eyes as I glance down to his parted lips. "We both know how you feel about me," I say, looking away at the water. "Why are you playing games?" I ask.
"I'm not playing games," he argues, frowning at me, his handsome face set in hard lines.
"Not playing games, my ass," I reply with irritation.
His mouth drops open in surprise.
"You want me, Kenton. You need me," I say, my eyes back on his, full of passion, and desire.
"What do you know of need? Of wanting?" He demands, his eyes glancing down to my lips then back up to my eyes again, causing my blood to spike as my heart beats harder in my chest.
"I know that I want you," I say, my voice calm. "I want you in a way that I have never wanted anyone." Leaning forward now, my face is close to his. "I want you in a way that I have never allowed another man to touch me," I whisper, my lips a mere breath away from his.
"I can see it in your eyes, Kenton; you want me too," I continue. " I see the way you watch me, the way you want me."
"Lucy," he sighs, his eyes sad now, "I'm twice your age."
"You're actually more than twice my age," I say, smiling, "but isn't that exciting? Isn't that appealing? Doesn't it just make you want me more?"
His eyes widen in shock at my daringness. "I'm not going to be shy, Kenton, I may be a virgin, but I'm not timid. I know what I want. I am bold, and I think you like that about me. No one tells me what to do. Not even you," I say with a cocky tilt of my head, "unless you're naked." I grin devilishly, now enjoying the way his eyes flash as hunger builds up inside him.
"You want me too. I can see it," he opens his mouth to argue, "don't lie to me," I snap. My eyes are fierce now.
Sighing heavily, I decide to change tactics.
Carefully I start sliding my hand over my collarbone, up my neck, my eyes on him as he watches my hand teasingly trail over my young body.