Once I was ready, I ran a hand through my hair, heart pounding, and made sure to rattle the doorknob loud enough to warn her before closing it shut with an audible click.
She definitely heard it.The shower turned off.Water dripped slowly onto the tile floor as the silence thickened.
The curtain shifted, and there she was.Hazel eyes peeking at me, looking wide and horrified.
“K-Katie?”I asked, my voice dripping with innocence and confusion.
Her lips parted and cheeks reddened as she clutched the shower curtain.“Ohmygod.Get out!”
I didn’t move.Icouldn’t.My cock was hard as steel, and she was naked and wet inches away.
“I didn’t know you were in my shower,” I said, my tone soft and teasing.
I heard her groan, and it made my cock twitch even though she was annoyed.“I told Amanda that I’d come straight from—but why areyouhere?”
Taking a step closer, I said, “I live here.”
Her breath hitched.Those gorgeous eyes flicked down for a split second.From my chest to the sharp vee leading into my boxers and then snapped back up.
“W-what are you doing?”Her voice was shaky.The kind of shaky that made my cock twitch harder.
“I don’t want to leave,” I said truthfully.I wanted to see her tits.Needed to put my mouth on her hard peaks.“You shouldn’t have ignored my text messages, darling.”
Her voice wavered when she said, “I ignored your messages because you’re… you’re Dylan!”
Ah, there it was.
Finally.
My lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.“And?”
“And?!”she said, exasperated.“You’re Amanda’s little brother!”
“Trust me, sweetheart,” I said, stepping close enough to fog the curtain with my breath.My jaw clenched as I dropped my voice to a low purr.“There’s nothing little about me.Not anymore.”
Her cheeks flushed.She clutched the curtain tighter, as if that thin fabric was saving her from me.And fuck if I didn’t want to rip it down and bury my cock in her right now.Maybe I would have put my mouth on her sensitive clit first, but she had annoyed me too much and I felt like punishing her.
“Let me in.”I leaned in closer and said, “Let me shower with you.”
“Are you crazy?”
My dick throbbed.
I grinned wickedly, palming my aching cock through my boxers so she could see the shape of it, thick and heavy, pressing against the fabric.
“I am.”I nodded, grabbing my bulge and fixing it.“For you.”
Her pupils were dilated.“You’re insane, Dylan.”
“Stop speaking dirty to me,” I smirked.“Or you’re gonna make me ruin my boxers.Again.”
Her mouth opened like she wanted to argue—but no words came.Just that stunned, flushed look that made me want to pin her against the tile and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
Her breath hitched when I hooked my fingers around the curtain and pulled it back, slow enough to give her time to shove me out.But she didn’t.
Fuck me.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
