Page 137 of The Maxwell Brothers
I chuckled, pointing to him. “Told you he’s been looking at you the whole time. You’ve only got about ten more minutes before we have to leave.”
Tyler was still looking at me intently as he stood up, and I melted into my seat.
Lowering my eyes to my phone, I quickly drafted an email where I summed up today’s events. I was also required to keep a spreadsheet where I noted what I did in chunks of twenty minutes. Some coworkers considered it a chore, but I didn’t mind. I liked being efficient, and it was rewarding to look back on my day and see all I’d accomplished.
Just as I was wrapping up my notes, Tyler startled me again. “Kendra, all good?”
I nodded, looking up from my phone. We were alone.
“Everyone’s gone?” I asked. My heart rate quickened.
“Yes. Their parents picked them up in front of the building.”
How hadn’t I noticed?
I got up, putting my phone in my purse and then slinging it on my shoulder. The air between us shifted. I was far too close to him, and he had nothing but swimming trunks on.
“Okay, then, I’ll go too.”
We walked side by side at the edge of the pool. I took a sidestep, needing some distance, and nearly went into the shower that was mounted just next to the pool entrance. Fortunately, I didn’t walk into it. Unfortunately, the shower had a motion sensor, and it turned on instantly. I shrieked, instinctively lifting my arms to keep my purse dry.
I could, of course, have stepped out from under the spray, but my brain was running its own show right now.Today shall always be known asKendra’s Awkward Day.
Tyler relieved me of my bag around the same time I got my wits together and moved out of the way. The water stopped as abruptly as it started. I was shivering.
Tyler was laughing so wholeheartedly that I couldn’t help but chuckle too.
“Come on. There are towels in the locker rooms,” he said.
I followed him without a word, eager to get out of my wet clothes. The second we got into the changing rooms, he putmy bag on a bench, then handed me two towels. Our hands touched briefly, and I gasped, his hot fingertips on my cold fingers sending a sizzle through me. Tyler’s eyes zeroed in on my chest, and I immediately realized why. I was wearing a white bra without cups underneath my dress—and my nipples were visible.
“Kendra…” He moved forward, and I said nothing because all I wanted was for him to come even closer. “I want to kiss you so damn bad. I want to taste you.”
I nodded, sucking in a breath. He brought a hand to my face, touching my lower lip with his thumb before circling my mouth. I shuddered, feeling that touch as if he'd pressed his fingers between my thighs. I looked him in the eyes for a brief second, and then he kissed me.
Oh my God, how he kissed me. My entire body felt alive and pulsing. He touched my right shoulder and cupped the left side of my jaw and cheek with the other hand, kissing me deeper and deeper, entwining our tongues.
He moved even closer, and I felt the metal door of the locker behind me. I dropped the towels I was holding as he pressed his chest flat against mine, and the shudder in my body intensified. The door was cold, his body was hot, and his kiss was smoldering.
I touched the side of his body, desperate for more of his skin, wanting to explore him, tracing his back muscles up, then down his spine. He groaned right in my mouth, pushing his pelvis into me. I could feel that he was rock-hard. Desire pooled between my thighs. I was so close to losing control that I almost forgot where we were. I’d never been kissed like this; the passion from his mouth and his grip on me nearly brought me to my knees.
With a groan, he pulled away, taking a step back. I blinked through a haze of lust.
“Oh my God, the cameras,” I murmured, looking around wildly.
Tyler lifted one corner of his mouth in a half smile. “That’s your first thought?”
“Isn’t that why you stopped?”
“No, Kendra. There are no cameras in the changing room. I stopped because I was close to losing my mind. When it comes to you, it’s inevitable, but it's not going to happen in the showers of a locker room."
His words went straight through me. My thoughts snapped back, and I composed myself just in time because we heard the patter of feet. Then, somewhere in the locker room, a door opened.
"Oh, here they are,” one of the boys, Rupert, said. As he grabbed a pair of small trunks from one of the benches. He looked up and noticed us. “Tyler, you’re still here. Miss Kendra, why are you in the men’s locker room?”
“Oh… I didn’t notice,” I said truthfully.
“What happened to you?”
