Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(20)

I shook my head, cutting her off. “Maybe I’ll see you later,” I tell her pointedly, hoping she got the hint.

But the disappointment was still there, written all over her expressive face. She didn’t want me to leave. She wanted me to come back to her bungalow and get naked. Hell, I haven’t even really tasted her mouth yet, though I felt her wet panties, the heat emanating from her *.

The moment I went back to my hotel room, I wanted to jack off. My cock was aching, my mind filled with thoughts of licking Lily all over her body, driving her wild with my tongue, making her come and f*cking her hard.

But I held back. I did nothing but take a cold shower and will my erection to go down. Dressed in all black and snuck out like a thief in the night, my thoughts wild with the prospect of having Lily naked and beneath me soon.

I’m a man desperate for a woman. And only one woman will do.

Glancing about and making sure no one is near, I skirt around the premises, ducking along the side of the building and out of view of the windows. I go around to the back of Lily’s bungalow, opening a tiny gate that’s unlocked and leads to the beach. The moon is full tonight, shining its silvery light so that the sand is bright and the whitecaps of the waves stand out stark against the swirling dark blue sea. It’s a beautiful evening, not one on which I should be sneaking into Lily’s room and possibly scaring the shit out of her.

But she wants it. It’s her deepest, darkest fantasy and I’m hell bent on fulfilling it. What if she freaks out? What if she was feeding me a line of bullshit and she calls security on my ass and I somehow end up getting arrested?

That would ruin everything. Not that I’ve been following my plan to get into that laptop and destroy whatever’s inside it. My fascination with Lily shot that to hell. I’ve never been so distracted on a case before and I can only blame her.

If everything fell apart, Pilar would want to kill me. My cover would be blown, my reputation trashed. I shouldn’t risk it.

I should turn back right now. Go back to my hotel room and hope like hell I run into her in the morning. I know I would, because we always find each other. And I could come up with some sort of excuse, tell her I’m sorry, that I fell asleep and maybe I could make it up to her? I bet she’d understand. I bet I could convince her to understand.

You sneak into her room and you have instant access to the laptop. It’s gotta be in there. Get inside Lily and then grab the laptop. Everything you want, all at once.

Right. I have to do this. There’s really no other choice.

I sneak onto the lanai, holding my breath as I approach the French doors. They’ll be locked, but I can peek through the glass and see if there’s any movement inside. Leaning in close but not touching anything, I do exactly that, squinting against the reflection of the moon off the clean glass, trying to see something, anything that’ll make me turn tail and get the hell out of here.

There’s nothing. No lights on, no movement, no Lily in sight. She’s in her bedroom. She’s asleep.

I can almost guarantee it.

Cursing under my breath, I stride across the lanai, following along the building until I reach the sliding glass doors. One side of the curtains is drawn back, allowing me a glimpse inside the bedroom. The bed is huge, covered in white, and I see the form of a body beneath the comforter, tucked in tight.

Blissfully unaware that I’m watching her.

I reach out and curl my fingers around the handle, close my eyes, and count to three.

One … I shouldn’t do this.

Two … I need to walk. Now.

Three … My hand tugs on the handle and the screen door glides open, whisper soft.

Almost as if I never opened it at all.

I take a deep breath and step inside the quiet room, pulling the screen door closed behind me. It doesn’t even make a sound—nothing like the screen door at my parents’ place, which screeches on its hinges like an old witch’s laugh.

The sound of soft breathing reaches my ears and I stand at the foot of the bed, staring down at the figure lying on her side, buried beneath the fluffy white comforter. The air conditioner is on despite the open screen door and it’s frigid in the room. A fan swirls overhead, stirring the ice-cold air, and I shiver, stuffing my hands in my pockets as I stare at Lily.

She shifts, almost as if she knows she’s being watched, and I take a couple of steps back, panic nearly making me run into the dresser. She throws her leg over the comforter, nudging the fabric so it’s tucked between her legs, and I realize she has nothing on.

Lily is f*cking naked, just like I described in my fantasy.

I swipe a hand across my face, leave it covering my mouth as I stare at her, contemplating my next move.

Go, *. Before you do something really stupid and scare the shit out of her. Next thing you know she’s calling security, they’re calling the police, and they’re arresting your ass for stalking—and you’re f*cked for life.

But I don’t leave. Instead, I step closer to the bed, coming around to the side closest to where she’s sleeping, my gaze never leaving her. The moon’s light shines into the room, illuminating her in a soft glow, and I’m fascinated. I watch the rise and fall of her body as she breathes deeply, her parted lips plump and alluring even when she’s asleep. I listen to the sound of her soft, even breathing. Her eyes are closed, thick eyelashes like dark little fans lying across her skin.