their daughter. If that didn't make him a pervert, he wasn't sure what would.
Safe inside his smaller cabin, Mack headed straight for the bathroom. His cock throbbed mercilessly in his shorts. Every time he closed his eyes, Jolie's face tormented him. The phantom sensation of her hand frisking him made his balls ache.
He whipped back the curtain and turned on the water. He braced for the knock and rattle of the old pipes. He really needed to get a plumber out here. That old water heater was probably on its last leg too. It was always something.
Mack peeled out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He dipped his head under the pounding stream. Warm water rushed down his back. His eyelids drifted together. The image of Jolie in that white bikini seared his eyeballs. The white triangles barely covered her perky tits. That scrap of fabric clung to her perfect ass and outlined the waxed lips of her hairless cunt. The need to push her thighs apart and bury his face in that sweet pussy overwhelmed him. He wanted to lick and suck and—.
His head lifted at the unexpected squeak of the bathroom door. Someone else was in the house. He glanced around the shower and silently cursed. Of all the places to be ambushed it had to be the fucking shower.
Never one to shrink away from danger, Mack gripped the shower curtain and yanked it back, ready to strike with his balled up fist. But it wasn't an armed intruder who had wandered into his bathroom. No, it was something much, much worse.
"What the fuck are you doing in here, Jolie?" Mack yanked the curtain over to cover himself. "Get out!"
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll stay."
Mack's jaw dropped. "I'm not joking, Jolie."
She held his gaze. "Neither am I."
He started to argue with her but then she reached behind her back and tugged on the tied strings keeping her top in place. He gulped as her breasts were revealed. The rosy nipples had hardened to peaks. He licked his lips as the tremble of excitement rocked his core. She pulled on the strings knotted on her hips. The fabric fell from her body. She kicked away her bikini bottoms and stood in front of him in all her naked glory.
His resolve began to crumble. "We can't do this. You need to go back to your cabin."
"Why?" She took a tentative step forward. "Why can't we do this?"
The devil dancing on his shoulder wondered the same thing. He silenced it that nagging temptation. "You're just a baby, Jolie. You're my best friend's daughter."
She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. "Do I look like I'm still just a baby, Mack?"
He gulped. She had him there. "No."
"I'm a woman now. I have needs, too, you know."
"That so?" He allowed his gaze to slide even lower to that pretty little pussy.
"Uh-huh." She moved closer, so close he could see the jump in her jugular vein. "Don't you have needs?"
"More than you can imagine," he admitted reluctantly.
"So what's the problem?" She reached out and caressed his chest, her fingertips feather-light on his skin. "I'm an adult. You're an adult."
It wasn't that simple. It really wasn't but his raging libido wouldn't listen. Blood rushed through his veins and adrenaline saturated his bloodstream. There was no going back now. He'd crossed the line mentally. Now he was about to do it physically.
"Come here." He growled as he reached for her and dragged her into the shower with him. She giggled excitedly and stepped over the side of the tub. Her enthusiasm surprised him and stroked his ego. When was the last time a woman had seduced him? The answer? Never. He'd always been the aggressor until Jolie.
She pulled the curtain closed, cutting them off from the rest of the world and creating a cocoon of secrecy. She put her hands on his upper arms and smiled up at him. "Kiss me, Mack."
He'd never heard a sweeter order. Wanting to savor that first touch of her lips, he took his time, lowering his mouth to hers and just barely teasing their lips