“An ulterior motive.” I chuckle, leaning in, my voice dipping lower, brushing the shell of her ear. “Who, me?”
She laughs.
My hands twitch at my sides. I haven’t touched her once, but Iwantto.
Lucy doesn’t say anything for a moment, keeps lathering soap over my stomach, her eyes very pointedly avoiding mine.
“You’re quiet,” I note, watching her. “Something on your mind?”
She huffs out a laugh, betraying herself by sounding nervous. “God, you are so—”
She doesn’t finish.
I grip her waist, fingers pressing into her slick skin, and I swear toGod, if she’s trying to drive me insane, she’s doing a damn good job.
I tilt my head, voice dipping lower. “Say it.”
Her eyes bounce to mine, something flickering in them that wasn’t there a second ago.
Worry.
“Annoying,” she whispers, pressing a kiss into my chest.
“Try again.” I force her to meet my gaze, and damn—she’s enjoying this power she has over me.
Her lips part, like she’s about to fire something back, something sharp and cutting, but then—
She thinks better of it. Changes the rules on me.
Her fingers slide lower, skimming the sharp dip of my hip bone, and Iswearmy entire body locks up.
“Oh,” she says, voice all fake innocence. “Were you expecting me to say something else?”
Fucking hell.
Of course I was expecting more. To play with her tits, perhaps?
My jaw clenches, my entire body wired with so much tension I could snap in half.
She knows it.
Shethriveson it.
And when I think she’s about to put her hand on my cock—the way I’m wishing she would—she steps away. She reaches past me, twists the water off, and turns to face me, her expression unreadable. And then, withoutone single ounceof hesitation—
She steps out of the shower.
Naked.
Dripping wet.
Bare ass.
I drag a hand down my face, exhaling slowly, trying to shake the chaos in my head before stepping out of the shower. My towel is barely secure when I push open the bathroom door, scanning the hall for her.
I hear the soft shuffle of feet, the creak of her bed.
Bedroom.
