“You shouldn’t be standing in front of me wearing only a towel.”
Chapter 20
“You were the one who came into my room.”
“I made a mistake. I shouldn't have seen you half-naked. Get dressed. I'll wait for you downstairs.”
She doesn't move.
“Lillyana . . .”
“If it's wrong for you to see me like this, then why don't I feel ashamed?”
“Fuck, Lilly.”
What little brain function I have left is hanging by a thread. I can’t think—only feel—and every instinct I have is telling me to make her mine.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to kiss you.”
She shivers but doesn’t back away. “Kiss me,” she whispers.
“I won’t stop at a kiss, Lilly. Not just a kiss on the mouth, at least. I want to taste you.”
“I don’t even know what you mean, but I’m not afraid. Touch me. Kiss me.”
Just as I’m about to throw my conscience into hell, the phone rings—and by the ringtone, I know it’s Ethan.
It’s like a bucket of ice water crashing over me.
On the other end of the world is the man who trusted me with his sister, and I was about to betray that trust.
“I’ll be waiting downstairs,” I say, unlocking my phone and walking away from my downfall.
The way I just lost control is a sign—I can't be myself around her. I want to believe that even if Ethan hadn’t called, I wouldn’t have gone through with it . . .but I’m not sure. I’ve never stood in front of something so bright, and I’m getting addicted to the purity of this girl.
In my world of debauchery, anything goes behind closed doors. That’s why I look for women who are into the same things.
But Lilly is just a girl,I try to reason, because it's only been five minutes since I ended the call with her brother—and yet the desire is still there, burning.
The thought of her being with another man last night nearly drove me insane, and that makes no fucking sense, especially since I’ve never once cared—not even after hours of wild sex—who the woman I’d just been with would sleep with the next day.
I could pretend this unbalance is just about concern for her safety, but that would be utter bullshit.
When she said she’d spent time with another guy, I felt betrayed—and again, that makes no goddamn sense. She’s not mine.
But you want her, and that desire isn’t going away,my subconscious whispers.
Lilly is screwing with my rules. Fucking with my head.
She moved in with us looking for freedom, and just now, I acted like a caveman—and instead of telling me to go to hell, she actually seemed to like it.
She’s becoming my madness. My imbalance. My secret craving.
Could I even try?
I shake my head.
It would never work.
