Page 40 of Summer Love

It was an intoxicating combination, and there was no way I could rub one out in her shower surrounded by her things and her scent. I turned on the water so that it would be warm by the time I got in and peeled off my wet clothes, leaving them in a neat pile by the door I left unlocked. I jumped into the shower, closing the curtain, and quickly soaped myself.

I never heard Elena reach for my clothes, but the thought of her coming into the bathroom kept me hard and aching. But I didn't touch myself, not when I was this close to her, and she could hear me. I'd behave until I could get home.

I turned off the water and reached for a towel she must have left on the small sink for me. I dried off and tied it around my waist. There was no way my clothes would be done yet, and now I was wondering about the intelligence of this entire situation.

If I went out there naked, I wouldn't be able to hide my desire for her.

"Are you almost done? I was hoping to jump in," she called from the other room.

"Be right out," I called as I took one last look in the mirror and then stepped into her bedroom. She sat on the bed in sweats, her wet hair slicked into a ponytail. But it was the view of the ocean out her windows that caught my attention. "This is money."

"Right? Grams can't manage this many stairs, so this has been my room for a while now."

"You have a private deck."

"Hmm. Yeah, it's my favorite spot in the world. Reminds me of yours, but it's much smaller."

There was room for two chairs and a potted plant. The deck was tucked between the dormers. You could look out to the ocean, and that was about it. We could easily have sex on the balcony, and no one would ever see us.

This was her grandmother's house, and I was out of bounds with my thoughts. If Grams knew what I was thinking, she'd kick me out, rightfully so.

"I'm going to jump in the shower. Your clothes should be done soon."

"Thanks," I said as I heard her moving around the room. I couldn't look away from the rough waves or the rain pelting the deck. I could see why Elena enjoyed storms. The view was beautiful.

The water turned on, and I knew she was naked. Water sluicing over her body, her nipples pebbled from the cold. I pushed on my dick, willing it to behave. I had to think about something else besides Elena's naked body in the shower.

"When y'all are done up there, come down for some tea," Grams called up the stairs.

She was close. Too close. My dick shriveled up. "We will, Grams."

"Take your time."

What did she think we were doing up here? Did she know I was secretly lusting after her granddaughter? Did she know I wanted to bend her over that balcony and pound into her from behind while the rain fell around us?

Grams was waiting for us to have tea downstairs. That would keep my dick in check and my mind from wandering.

A few minutes later, the water turned off, and the hair dryer went on. Elena was fully dressed and drying her hair. It was safe to move around the room and relax. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to sit in just a towel.

There was a round white chair with a light blue blanket draped over it in front of one of the windows. I sat on the edge, not wanting to get her chair wet. It looked like the kind of chair you read a book in during a summer storm or curled up to take a nap. I took my time looking around the room. It was feminine with a white comforter and soft-looking pink pillows.

The walls were covered in framed photographs of what looked like her family and a few with friends. I didn't see any from her time in Boston.

The bathroom door opened, startling me.

Elena stepped out. "I'll check on your clothes."

Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and she wore a white T-shirt and blue sweats that tapered at her ankles. She left her feet bare, and I got a hint of pink nail polish before she disappeared down the stairs.

It was an oasis up here, away from her grandmother and the rest of the world. I stood and walked around the room, scanning frame by frame. As a child she looked like a tomboy dressed in jean cutoffs and T-shirts. I didn't see many dresses, which made sense with what I knew of her now. She was feminine but athletic too.

I liked the combination.

Elena handed me a folded pile of my clothes. Had she folded my briefs? "Here you go. All dry."

Her cheeks were slightly pink, but I wasn't sure if that was from the shower.

"I'll get dressed, then meet you downstairs. Grams said she was making tea."

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