But maybe, just maybe, it's a feeling that I could very quickly become used to.
Vic doesn’t take a step inside the room, instead, he nods his head, beckoning me to follow.
Quietly, I make my way towards him, unable to refrain from stepping into his space as I close the bedroom door behind me. It's a move that I know is one hundred percent intentional on the Alphas behalf.
Every fucking move this man makes is intentional. So carefully planned out I have no doubt he knows exactly how a conversation will go before he even utters a single word.
He remains quiet for a second as our eyes remain locked on each other. Eventually, he grips my hand gently—far more gentle than an Alpha like him should be capable of.
Silently, I follow behind him as he guides me towards my new bedroom.
He doesn’t say anything, continuing through the space to the bathroom. Pulling me in further, he closes the door behind me before silently guiding me to lean against the vanity.
He leans into the shower, turning on the water before his attention turns back to me.
I don’t say anything as I allow him to pull my shirt off, followed by my bra, pants and panties.
Once I am bare to him, he takes a step back before quickly stripping his own clothes off his body. It’s impossible to not ogle his impressive body. His age hasn’t denied him the ripped body he has been hiding beneath his clothes.
Again, no words are spoken as he grabs my hand again and leads me towards the now steaming shower.
The hot water hits my skin and I can’t help but groan at the feeling of it.
It's been a long fucking day.
God, it's been a long fucking life. Which is ironic considering I am a few years over a quarter of my life. I shouldn’t already be feeling these kinds of things, yet here we are.
Turning me so the water can hit my back, Vic pumps some shower gel into his hands before he lathers the suds into my skin.
I feel no shame being bare in front of him. Rather, the way he looks at me makes me feel comfortable. Like I don’t have to cover myself up or put on some kind of front to not feel vulnerable.
His gaze doesn’t stray any further than my face. I’m impressed at his restraint. I know it’s not something that I was able to control whenhe undressed. But as his eyes remain focused on mine as he lathers my body, I develop a different kind of respect for him.
He could very well take liberties that I know a smaller man wouldn’t hesitate in jumping at. But, I don’t think that is Vic’s style.
I think Victor is the kind of person that wants enthusiastic consent. That when the time comes for us to take the next step, he won’t want me to hold any kind of hesitation.
I know as I stand here, holding back desire for the man that respectfully has his hands all over my body, I want to be able to give that to him.
I want to be able to sit in the frame of mind and not be terrified to hand my body over to an Alpha. That when I do, all I will feel is pleasure. A pleasure I know will be so fucking worth the wait. Especially if it is to feel even remotely close to what I have already felt with the Duran twins.
Hands on my arms have me blinking back into the present. I must have blacked out, lost in my thoughts.
Vic is looking down at me, a fond look on his face.
“Are you ready to get out?”
His voice is quiet; a gentle edge that helps to sooth me. I nod, continuing to remain silent.
He leans around me, turning the water off before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. Forgoing his own comforts, he wraps the first towel around me before wrapping the next one around my head.
Once done, he takes a step away, quickly grabbing his own towel and drying off.
He reaches out a hand to me—one I take willingly—and follow him into my room. He guides me over to the bed, indicating for me to sit. He holds up a single finger before leaving the room.
I frown in confusion as I wait for him to come back. It's only moments before he is walking through the door with a handful of clothes.
Sitting them on the bed, he picks up the top item—a shirt—before pulling it over my head.
