“Hmm?”
“It’s…” This seemed impossible.But because her skin was so tender from his sharp slap, even the small amount of water had her on edge.She’d never thought of herself as particularly orgasmic, but he was proving she was.
Abruptly, he moved the showerhead.
She felt like a rubber band that had been stretched too far then pinned there.He couldn’t seriously be planning to stop there?“I want…”
He met her gaze.“I know.I know exactly what you want.”
“And you won’t let me climax?Are you serious?”
“Think of how much more intense it will be later when I let you come.”
She bit her lower lip in frustration.“You’re not showing any remorse.”
“Or feeling the slightest bit of guilt.”
His quick grin was wicked, toe-curling.
She tried one more tactic.“This seems really cruel.”
“Cruel is a harsh description.”
“Try feeling what’s going on inside me.”
“That much, little Lara, I do know,” he assured her.
Probably true.But the man had been skillful.She wanted an orgasm.And she wanted him.Last night, before she’d fallen asleep, she’d thought about that.She’d wondered why they hadn’t had sex.She was certain it wasn’t because he wasn’t attracted to her.No doubt, he was.She’d already noted how controlled he was, and maybe this was another extension of it.
After he’d made sure all the soap was gone, he turned off the faucet.She shucked the water from her skin while he grabbed a towel from the rack.
He offered it and she wrapped it around herself.
Stunning her, he leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
“You smell delectable.”
“It’s the soap.”
“It’s you.That scent wouldn’t be the same on anyone else.”
He followed her to the bedroom, and he made himself comfortable on a small wooden chair while she dried off and re-dressed.
She tried to ignore him while she concentrated on what she was doing, but it was difficult.Even when he was silent, he was an enigmatic force.
Finally ready, she said, “Let’s go.”
He picked up her towel from the floor.
“I’m afraid you’ve discovered that I can be somewhat messy in the bedroom.”She hoped he didn’t look in the closet.Instead of tidying it, she’d moved a pair of discarded jeans so that she could close the door.As for the bed, she’d assumed that he’d want to see the house, so she’d made it for a change, even grabbing the throw pillows from her office.“I’m organized at work and with most things.I think this is the one place I forget about my responsibilities.”
“Among your many charms.”
“As neat as you are, I’d be surprised if it doesn’t drive you crazy.”
“I wouldn’t let it.If we need a rake to dig out your side of the closet, we’ll get a rake.”
She didn’t respond.No matter what she said or didn’t say, he kept making plans for their future.
