Her breath hitched as his palm found the bare skin of her hip.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, barely audible.
She didn’t.
Instead, her hand moved up his chest, fingers splaying out across his skin, feeling the way his body tensed underneath her touch.
He leaned in closer, so close and brushed his lips along her collarbone. Feather light. Teasing. Almost not enough to call a kiss.
Kylee tilted her head, her lips dangerously close to his. Their noses touched. She could feel his breath on her mouth.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“I’m not,” he said. “I’ve never been sure of anything in my life.”
She stared at him, heart thudding like a drum. Just as their lips grazed she pulled back. Barely. But enough.
Rio didn’t chase her. He let her hover there, caught between the cliff’s edge and the fall.
“I should go to my room,” she said, breathless.
He gave her a long look hungry, knowing but nodded. “If that’s what you need.”
Kylee slowly sat up, the robe falling a little too open, and he didn’t look away. She fixed it gently and swung her legs off the bed. As she walked toward the door, she heard him call softly after her.
“I’ll be here when you stop running.”
She paused. Didn’t turn around.
Then she slipped back down the hallway, heart racing, lips tingling, and Rio’s warmth still burning on her skin. She didn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if she hadn’t pulled away.
Kylee went to the guest room and closed the door to her room behind her, leaning her back against it. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. The robe clung to her damp skin in places where Rio's touch still lingered like smoke.
She hadn’t meant for it to get that far. She hadn’t meant to want more. But she did. Every inch of her body was awake, alive, aching in a way she hadn’t felt in years. She walked slowly into the opulent bathroom, flipping on the dim, golden lighting. Everything shimmered marble countertops, glass walls, and sleek black hardware. It felt like something out of a magazine.
She let the robe fall to the floor and stepped into the oversized rainfall shower. The moment the warm water hit her, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.Kylee pressed her palms to the wall, trying to center herself, to shake Rio from her mind. She stayed there for a while, letting the water pour over her shoulders, soaking into her hair, trailing down her bare back.
But the longer she stood there, the more the heat brought him back to her mind, his breath on her skin, the whisper of his fingers tracing her lips.Her thighs clenched. Her heart wouldn’t settle.
“Masturbating isn’t cheating,” Kylee murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the steady stream of water cascading down her body. Her breath hitched as her fingers trailed lower, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves that had been throbbingwith need ever since Rio’s smoldering gaze had burned into her memory earlier that day. She leaned back against the wall of the luxurious shower, letting the steam envelop her as she gave in to the ache that had been building inside her all evening.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mind wandered back to Rio, his confident smirk, the way his muscular frame moved with effortless grace, and the way he had looked at her like she was the only person in the room. The thought of his hands on her skin, his lips on hers, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. Her fingers began to move faster, firmer, as she imagined it was him touching her, teasing her, bringing her closer to the edge.
The water splashed against her breasts, sending shivers down her spine as she cupped one hand over her nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. Her other hand dipped lower, sinking into her pussy as she moaned softly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. She could feel herself tightening, her body coiling like a spring, ready to snap at any moment.
But then she froze. A prickling sensation crept up her neck, a sudden awareness that she wasn’t alone. Her eyes snapped open, and there he was. Rio. Standing just outside the fogged-up glass of the shower enclosure, his intense gaze locked on her.
She gasped, startled, and instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms. “Rio! What the…how long have you been standing there!?”
He didn’t move an inch, his expression calm but filled with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. “Long enough,” he said, his voice low and velvety. His eyes raked over her naked form, lingering on every curve and dip. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Kylee’s cheeks flushed crimson, but she couldn’t look away from him. Something about the way he was looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole made her stomach flip. “I…. I wasn’t this isn’t”
“It’s okay,” he interrupted, stepping closer to the shower door. His voice was soft now, almost soothing. “You’re… breathtaking. I just wanted to admire you.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated, torn between embarrassment and desire. His eyes were dark, his words thrumming through her like a current. Slowly, almost involuntarily, she let her arms fall to her sides, exposing herself completely to his gaze.
Rio’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me see you.”
