He pulled back from her, heavy breathing as he pressed his hands into the wall around her.
“You got to slow it down for me, Bird,” he said, staring down like she had gut-punched him and he couldn’t take the pain.
“Okay,” she conceded. “I’ll go slow. Just let me clean you, babe.”
Charlie snatched intimacy from behind his guards. She was serious. She lowered and removed his boxers and then led the way into the shower. She removed a towel from her linen closet and held it up for him. “It’s clean,” she said.
He nodded and then she grabbed her soap. “It’s natural so it won’t make you feel like all the dirt is gone, but it is. I promise, okay?” He nodded and she lathered the towel. She washed him first then washed herself and when they were done, he pulled her to him.
He was comfortable in the shower. When their bodies were clean, he was at ease.
They stood chest to chest and Charlie turned her head sideways as he pressed her head into him. Her locs absorbed the water and he massaged her head, then pulling all her locs into his hands before wringing the water from them. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Loudand fast. His pulse raced. She wrapped her arms around his waist as the water beat over them.
“This is the crazy shit that makes women insane, Demi,” she whispered. “This is different. This energy...” Charlie paused to breathe; a deep, centering breath that slowed down her overwhelm. She didn’t even want to like this man. She had a feeling that he was too much, too soon, but she also knew that she didn’t want him to go away. “Don’t start this if you aren’t going to finish. Like, if you’re going to be on some bullshit. If you’re going to play games with me, just don’t start, because this is different.”
He rested his chin on the top of her head but didn’t respond.
“I got to go, Bird,” he said. Dick pressed against her belly. He was hard for her, and it felt so good that just the heat of his need touching her made her breath go shallow. His mouth was saying one thing, but his dick was arguing for something else. A debate. He wanted to leave. Dick wanted to stay. She was siding with Dick.
Charlie craned her neck, staring up at him. She was intoxicating and his struggle to not kiss her was potent. She rubbed her nose to his.
“I got to goooo,” he groaned.
Charlie took a step back, out of the direct stream of water and it was like she freed his mind. She could see his relief. She was stuck. She didn’t know how to get past this physical roadblock between them.
“Okay,” she replied. “I hate that I make you uncomfortable.”
It was hard not to be offended, even though she knew it had nothing to do with her. He had warned her, but damn she was standing in front of him with pussy so wet he could bathe in it, but her touch was a turnoff.
Demi reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist and following her into her bedroom. He hated that his stomach tensed at the sight of Bails.
Charlie noticed his change of mood and followed his eyes to the bed. Bails was snuggled up right in the middle. She was speechless. She didn’t know what to say.
“It ain’t you,” Demi stated.
“Yeah, that much is clear,” she scoffed as she slid into her robe.
“What are the rules?” she asked, sitting on the bed. “I want to understand you.”
“Your hands can’t be everywhere, Bird. You’re just fucking all over me. I got to think about every place you touch, and the shit makes me feel like hurting you,” he admitted.
“Hurting me?” Charlie asked, her voice broke, trembling, and for the first time, he saw fear in her. The only reason he knew she was shaking was because he noticed details, almost every detail of every person he encountered, and the hem of her robe was vibrating.
“You need to leave, Demi,” she said, eyes prickling.
He nodded and leaned over onto his knees, his strong arms tensed, the traps around his neck pronounced as a vein appeared in the center of his forehead.
“Now,” Charlie said.
“No,” Demi answered.
“This is my house, get the fuck out!” she shouted, trying to appear strong, grandstanding, yelling like her voice did anything other than make his heart flutter. Even in anger, the shit sounded like a song.
“Demi, please, just leave,” she said, drawing in a deep breath as she opened her legs and leaned forward a bit while anchoring herself against the bed, gripping the sheets tightly and trying to find her peace.
In. Out.
She couldn’t breathe.
