Good lord. I try not to stare, but it’s like a force is holding me in place. I hungrily take him in, wanting to memorize every little detail to hold onto later. He’s fully straining against the front now, and I flick my eyes up to meet smoldering greys.
“I’m going to apologize in advance. You are making me so fucking hard right now with the way you are looking at me. I won’t be able to hide it, so if you aren’t ready to see how much I want you, now is a good time to look away.”
I swallow hard and meet his gaze. Part of me knows I shouldn’t keep crossing the line and wanting what I can’t have. The other half is addicted to how he makes me feel and curious about what he can teach me.
“I’m good,” I whisper, ignoring the voices in my head that are telling me to run.
His jaw ticks with tension as his body strains against the black fabric. He frees himself, and I grip the countertop for support as he stands fully naked before me. A familiar ache from this afternoon seeps in as my body reacts to the sight of him. He put the one guy I’ve been with to shame. I never knew they could get this big, let alone be able to fit inside a woman.
A deep growl comes from his lips, and I watch, fascinated, as he circles his hand around himself and strokes down. His eyes burn into me, and I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now. I can feel my panties get wet as a deep throb pulses between my legs.
“This is how you affect me, Lyla, with just one glance. Don’t ever doubt the power you have to bring a man to his knees. One day soon, I will show you how it feels to be with a man who puts your needs first. You deserve to be worshipped, and I pray to God that I’m the lucky guy who gets the honor of doing it.”
He turns and steps into the shower, putting a veil of steam between us. Placing a hand to my chest, I press my thighstogether and try to get ahold of all these new feelings invading my body.
With a shaky hand, I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth before washing my face quickly. I hear the shower turn off minutes later and glance down at my phone just as he wraps a towel around his waist.
His wet hair drips onto his chest, and I follow the water droplets as they disappear into the towel hanging low on his hips. He roughly runs another towel over his head before throwing it on the sink.
I watch him brush his teeth as I turn off the bathroom light and crawl into bed. I’m surrounded by darkness except for the glow of my phone. He turns off the bathroom light, and I hear the towel drop before he settles into bed. Just the thought of him lying there naked causes a deep pull in my core.
I hear his breathing on the other end of the phone, matching my own as we struggle with this insane force between us. I can barely make out his features, but I can tell his eyes are hooded as he leans his head further back into the pillow, exposing his throat to me.
“Lyla,” he says quietly in a strained voice.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What are you feeling right now?”
I’m caught off guard by the question and try to think of what to say.
“Don’t overthink it, Lyla,” he says quietly, reading my mind. “Just tell me what you’re feeling at this exact moment.”
“I’m…” I close my eyes and let myself feel my emotions. “I feel scared and alive at the same time.”
“What are you scared of?”
“Everything,” I whisper. “Of how you make me feel when I’m around you…how I don’t trust myself to stay away from you like I should. I don’t want to pull you into my mess and hurt you,” I admit.
“I can handle any mess you throw my way. I’m already in too deep, Lyla, so you’re off the hook with feeling scared for me. It’s my choice to get involved, and when you are ready to talk to me, it’s my choice to stay by your side. There’s no doubt in my mind that if you tried to run now…I would catch you.”
I grip the sheet as emotions slam into me. I’m already in too deep, as well, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of falling.
“Now that we have the scared feeling taken care of, what are you feeling that makes you feel alive?” His voice filters through the dark, wrapping me in its warmth.
“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” I confess softly. “My body feels things that I’ve never experienced before.”
His breath hitches, and I press a hand on my stomach as the pull becomes stronger.
“Tell me how your body feels now. Describe it.”
Feeling grateful I’m in the dark so he can’t see my red face, I take a deep breath and gather my nerve. “I felt an ache between my legs when I watched you get in the shower. My stomach is tight like my body is being pulled in your direction.”
“Do you still have that ache?” His voice is low, and I can feel the electric energy in the air between us.
“Yes,” I say softly.
“Do you want me to take it away for you?” He asks so quietly that I struggle to make out the words.
