And sometimes when I needed to just, you know, check she was okay.
This woman had stripped all my self control away in just a few hours.
“You live here?” she asked when we arrived at my apartment building. She was careful to make it sound neutral, but I knew what she meant. Suddenly, she understood why I was okay for money. I just nodded.
As soon as I opened the door, I wished I’d cleaned up. I’m not a slob, but...well, guys have different priorities, when it comes to cleaning. I kicked some pizza boxes under a table.
To my surprise, she went straight over to the shelf over the TV. I’d gotten so used to the trophies being there, they didn’t even register.
“You won all these?” she asked in wonder.
I shrugged.
“CountyChampion?”
“Only in my weight category. And it was years ago.”
She picked up another one. “Twice?”She spun to face me. “What the hell were you doing fighting in The Pit? Why aren’t you on the pro circuit?”
I shook my head. “A lot of stuff happened, back in Ireland. When I came over here, things were a little...complicated.”
“To do with your family?”
I stared at her. “Didn’t you want to get out of those clothes? I’ll find you something to wear.”
She stared back at me stubbornly for a moment but, when it became obvious I wasn’t going to break, she headed for the bathroom.
I let out a long breath and tidied a few more things away. Then I stripped out of my clothes, toweled off and pulled on clean pants and a t-shirt. And then I stopped, because I was listening.
I could hear her undressing.
Never in my life had I imagined that just the sound of clothes hitting the ground could be so sexy. But that heavy thump could only be her soaked sweatpants. That wet stretching, peeling sound must be her running top coming off. A creak of elastic—her bra coming off. And now she’d be standing there topless, her breasts dripping wet, nipples hard from the cold. Right there, not six feet away from me, on the other side of a thin wooden door.
The sound of wet fabric rubbing past skin. Her panties. I heard the sodden cotton hit the tiles and then she was completely nude. In my mind, I could see her naked ass shining with little beads of water, and between her thighs...what? Was she shaved? Waxed? I wanted to see her lips. Kiss them. Lick them.
The door opened and her head stuck out. “Um...you were going to find me something to wear?”
I dug in my closet and found a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Then I had to hand them to her. Which meant walking right up to that damp, suspicious face and trying to forget that it was attached to a damp and very naked body.
She could have stretched her arm out, so that I didn’t have to come so close. But she kept it right up against the door, so I had to come close. Really close. Until our faces were only a foot apart.
Come to think of it, why hadn’t Istretchedmyarm out to pass the clothes to her?
Too late now.
I put the clothes into her hand, but for some reason I didn’t let go of them.
“Thank you,” she said, and pulled the clothes a half-inch towards her.
I still didn’t let go.
She looked up into my eyes. I saw her go through a whole range of different emotions, lightning fast. Surprise. Doubt. Her eyes went big and she took a little breath in.Lust.
Does she want this to happen?I sure did. At this point, my cock was ready to break its way through the feckin’ door. One kiss. I’d still be snogging her when I lifted her naked body in my arms and carried her to the bed.
No. Jesus, Aedan, stop thinking with your cock.That was okay with the women I picked up in bars. We both knew what we were getting into, then. Sylvie would expect more than a one-night stand. She deserved more. And I couldn’t give it to her.
I let go of the clothes.
