So many questions, but finding out the answers might lead to this being over before I’m ready for it to be.
Ansel is banging around in the tiny bathroom, pulling out atowel. It’s far from the luxurious ones I’m used to, but it’s clean. “There. You can use my soap.”
I step into the shower as he moves toward the door. I casually flick on the water before speaking. “Where are you going?”
He stumbles before catching himself on the doorframe. “Out there.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I say, catching water in my cupped hands and sluicing it over my shoulders. There’s no shower curtain or door, so water gets everywhere. “I might think about escaping if you leave.”
“You’d have to go past me to do that.”
“Or I could go through that window.”
Ansel’s eyes dart to the window. “It’s locked.”
“It’s not.” I chuckle. “And even if it were, one solid pop in each corner would have the glass coming free from the frame.”
He sucks on his teeth before shaking his head slowly. “You won’t do that. You could’ve left at any point last night and didn’t. If you were going to escape, you would’ve done it by now. You don’t want to. You told me that.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind. You sure that’s a risk you want to take?”
Ansel knocks his forehead against the doorframe before turning to face me. “You just want me to watch you shower.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m genuinely considering making a break for it. Maybe I’m getting bored with you.”
That makes him sputter in anger. He doesn’t want me bored with him.
Good, because that was a lie. A test.
One he’s passed with flying colors.
“Fine.” Ansel crosses his arms over his chest and twists away. “Shower. I’ll stand right here. I can be in the room and not watch you.”
He thinks that now, but that’s because he doesn’t know about the show I’ve got planned. By the time I’m through, I’ll not only have him watching me, but I’ll have reminded him of the fun we could havetogether. There’s no point in being locked up in this cabin if we aren’t making the most of it.
Ansel wants me, he just doesn’twantto want me.
I step fully under the spray, lifting my chin and letting the water roll down my chest. My hands follow the path, smoothing over my pecs and down my abs. I soap them up and repeat the move. I moan, pinching my nipples briefly as I pass. “Fuck, I’m going to smell just like you.”
“Like me and a million other men.”
I grin at him. “Didn’t realize you went around sniffing strangers. Good thing I’m showering if you’re going to be smelling me this closely.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know that’s not what I meant. How can you make everything dirty?”
“It’s a special talent of mine. I’m talented inlotsof areas.”
Ansel is blushing now. He’s trying not to look at me, but I can see his eyes betraying him. They keep sneaking little glances, so fast I might not notice.
But I do. I notice all of them.
Especially the ones lingering on my hip and the raven tattooed there.
I should tell him what it means, but I won’t. Not yet.
I add more soap and lather up the rest of my body. I’m only half faking the moans I give as the hot water eases my tense muscles. Being tied up without orgasms isn’t nearly as fun as I’d hoped.
I meticulously clean every inch, except for my cock. I don’t touch myself there even once.
