I paused, lifting my eyes to see hers peeling open. She didn’t turn, or try to move my hand from her ass. She stared ahead, at the moon visible through her window.
“You haven’t been sleeping?” She knew I came in here every night.
“It’s hard to sleep at night when that’s all you do at noon.” Her voice was low, cracked.
“I thought you hated me sneaking into your house.” If only she knew I had cameras in here, and I came here just because it felt like I was dead inside without the physical sight of her.
“Would you stay away if I declined?”
I shifted my palm just a fraction, and she tensed a little. “We both know the answer to that.”
Slowly, she moved her gaze from the window, the action almost too graceful, too slow. When she turned, the moonlight caught half of her face, bathing her in a soft, unearthly glow. It traced the curve of her cheek, slid down her neck, and spilled over her body, illuminating her in pale silver. She looked fucking perfect, like a goddess lying there in the shadows, the light teasing across her stomach, rising and falling with every breath she took.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away.I’ve never been able to.The more I watched her, the more my fascination burned, twisting into something wild, something I couldn’t control. It was as if the moonlight was showing me parts of her I hadn’t seen before. And I wanted more. More. Mo—
My arm shot out, shock rippling through me as I grabbed Ainsley’s hand, shifting it away from her breasts. Did I see that right?
On instinct, she tried to break free from my grasp, but gave up five seconds later, watching me as I watched her breasts through the thin fabric of the tube bra.
She had fucking pierced nipples?
“Why are you staring at me like that? Quit. It’s scary.”
I could vividly make out the subtle swell of the rings with each captive bell. They pressed gently against the fabric, justenough to create a slight rise. The shape was unmistakable—round, smooth, and perfectly centred. The sight sent my mind reeling, my grip tightening around her wrist to hold myself from tearing her naked. She would break. If I let myself unleash right now, I was scared of what damage I might cause her.
My chest pounded. “When did you get a piercing?”
She wiggled her wrist in discomfort “Your hand—”
I forced myself to divert my eyes from her chest to glare. Fuck, I thought I knew everything about this woman. “When?”
She gave in, sighing. “In Melbourne.”
It’d been so long since someone had had me dazed. “That long?”
“Why do you keep staring at me like it’s my fault you had no idea? And did you just say ‘that long’? Were you stalking me in Melbourne?”
“Is there anywhere else I should know of?”
She scoffed.
“I’m very fucking close to ripping your panties to pieces. Don’t make me ask again.”
Fear flicked across her features, her pulse drumming beneath my grip. “No. I was too scared to get a piercing there. I was told it’d hurt.”
I swallowed, let go of her hand and stood up, my brain dried up and my cock stone-hard. She didn’t need to look hard enough to see it tenting my trousers.
When her gaze fell, her chest swelled. She should see. She should see how feral she was making me, how this lust for her soul was growing stronger, wilder and untameable.How it hasn’t ended.
I wanted her to the point of death.
The amount of times I’d imagined her naked and fucked to the point of unconsciousness in my mind should be a crime. Iwas feeding the beast that was hungry for her, and I didn’t know how to stop it.Ididn’t want to stop it.
She thought she had figured it out, but what she knew was ten percent of how deep I was into her. So deep I’d lose my way trying to get out.
“I can see it in your eyes,” she whispered, her chest heaving.
“What do you see?”
