He watched her leave, the sway of her hips capturing her attention. His cock hardened and without thinking, he stood and dived right into the pool. Moving down, he touched the bottom before breaking the surface and lapping the pool.

This wouldn’t be a problem.

Even as he continued to do laps, his body was on high alert. Time must have passed because Mabel came out, declaring the food was done.

Soaking wet, he climbed out of the pool. He smiled as she held a bundle of clothes. “I’ll be in the dining room waiting.”

He took the offered clothes and again, he got to watch her ass. The dress she wore seemed to ride up higher than he remembered. He changed quickly, ignoring his hard-as-rock cock as he let the large shirt fall past his obvious arousal.

The moon was getting closer. His body was starting to get on high alert.

Entering the house, he found Mabel sitting at the table. The shawl she’d been wearing to cover her arms was gone.

The thin straps of her gown moved into a bodice that dipped so enticingly at the front. The curves of her generous tits were on display. He sat down with a wince, his cock making it a little impossible for him to do so.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I swam too long.”

“Oh.” She’d pinned some of her hair up, and ringlets fell around her, which only showcased her neck, and more specifically, her pulse. The way she held herself. It was pure … class.

He wanted to lick her neck, to run that strap down her body, and to expose those mounds so he could suck on each of her nipples.

Mabel served him up some pasta, and he wanted to take hold of her arms and kiss up each one.

Get a grip.

Hands clenched into a fist, he counted to ten, then to another ten, to calm his nerves. Mabel looked completely unaffected until he started to really look. Her hands shook a little, and the pulse at her neck beat rapidly. Her nipples were hard pebbles against the fabric of her dress.

The scent of her arousal lingered in the air, as well as her perfume.

She’d tried to hide it.

“Are you looking forward to the run tonight?” he asked.

“Yes. I think it’s what we both need.”

“Good. Good.” He picked up his fork and speared a piece of pasta. He took a bite and closed his eyes. “It’s good.”

She chuckled. “It’s a tomato pasta. I imagine they’re going to restock the fridge tomorrow. We’ll have a little more variety then.”

The rest of the meal was in silence.

Lucas focused only on eating the meal she’d put in front of him, all the while acutely aware of the way she ate, how she smelled. Neither of them struck up a conversation like they had on previous occasions.