Fuck me.I was never going to get last night out of my mind.
The image of her body in that soaked, see-through dress, the way I could see the outline of everything important. The heat of her wet, pulsing pussy, gliding over me, just that once.
That one would follow me like a ghost, day and night, until the day I died. I pushed the thought away, because I couldn’t spend all day jacking off in here like a horny teenager.
When I got out of the shower, I grabbed my phone and checked the security cameras, making sure the Uber driver hadn’t come back last night. I’d promised to do something horrific to his eyes if I ever caught him trying to peep a look again, and I’d meant it.
A strange sort of possessiveness washed over me as I watched the footage. Sara frantically trying the door, multiple times, glancing over her shoulder nervously when the code failed. What killed me is that even though I was right here—I would’ve had no idea if that piece of shit had gotten out of the car and tried something.
The thought enraged me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that was building in my chest.
Something that softly whispered,mine, mine, mine,like a drum that ruled the beat of my heart.
Nobody was going to touch what was mine.
Towel wrapped around my waist, I came out of the bathroomdesperately trying to silence that ridiculous voice. The sheets rustled, and I realized Sara was propped up on her elbows, a shy little smile on her face, looking sexy as fuck, inmybed, wearingmyclothes.
The drumbeat pulsed on, and I quickly shoved it down. “Hey.” I said, putting my phone down on the dresser.
“Hey.” She was all swirly and nervous like she’d been the day of her art class. I freaking loved it.
“Did I wake you?” I asked, hoping she’d gotten enough sleep. At least that would make one of us. She shook her head no, and I noticed a sparkle still glinting in her hair. “I see the cat ears lasted all night.” I chuckled as her eyes flicked away from my bare chest. Last night she’d donea lotof staring, but then again, so had I.
She reached up, her voice still raw from sleep. “I don’t even remember where I got these.” She struggled to untangle the sequined headband from her hair.
“Here.” I crossed the room. “Let me.”
Her eyes flared as I walked closer. “Thanks.” She murmured, wrapping her arms around her legs, dipping her head while I carefully detangled the headband from her frizzy curls. When I finally got it loose and handed it to her, she tossed it on the bed—before slyly tugging the covers over the dildo that had reappeared amidst the sheets.
Damn it, I was already hard again. Imagining her using that damn thing had me tenting my towel. I used the opportunity to turn my back to her and head towards the walk-in closet. “So you went out drinking alone?” I asked, keeping my voice light as I changed around the corner.
Sara cleared her throat. “It’s really not a big deal.”
“Yeah, Sar, it kind of is.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you last night. I didn’t even know you’d be home, otherwise, I wouldn’t have come.”
With the important parts clothed, I leaned in the closet doorway and crossed my arms. “You, scareme?” I raised a brow. “How aboutyounearly peeing your pants you were so scared?”
“I thought you were a bear.” She admitted.
“A bear?”
“You were practically growling when you came out of the bathroom.”
“Was I growling, or were you just totally wasted?”
She scrunched her nose in the admittance of guilt. “Both?”
I chuckled. “Sure.” I opened my mouth to tell her why I’d come tearing out of the bathroom, but quickly caught myself. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing.” I scolded.
She tilted her head innocently. “What?”God damned angel.
“Changing the subject.” I said, as if it weren’t obvious.
“Is it working?” She batted her long dark lashes at me, the smudges of makeup around her eyes making her that much more endearing.
“No.” I shook my head with a chuckle. “Why’d you stay here instead of your place? The walk too far?” I teased.
