She shivers and grips the edge of the counter.
I bend at the knee and stare at the open slit of her dress.
I nearly shiver too.
My blood heats, and my fingers ache when I push the silk fabric off to the side, revealing more of her bare leg. A shaky breath slips from her the moment I place the wet towel onto her inner knee. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the counter harder.
“You’re just as affected as I am, aren’t you?” I mutter.
I watch in awe as goosebumps race up her thighs, disappearing beneath her dress.
Tessa says nothing.
I peek at her from below, and she has her bottom lip trapped beneath her teeth.
She’s trying to hold herself together, just like me.
I move to the other knee, and dab her skin there, and then slowly drag the towel up farther. She inhales sharply, and her warm breath cascades below from the heavy exhale.
I reach the outer part of her panties with the towel, and I’m desperate to get a glimpse. I try to move her dress out of the way, and to my shock, she takes the silk into her hands and bundles the material around her waist.
Black lace panties stare back at me, and my tender cleaning grows rushed.
I clench my teeth and move to the other leg, wiping the damp towel over her groin harder than the previous.
She shifts against the vanity, and her hips move forward a fraction.
The towel falls to the tiled floor, but I keep my hand in between her legs, rising to full height.
I stare at her with a silent question.
Those brown eyes, usually fiery, turn rich and doe-like, and I plead my case.
“It’s just us,” I whisper against her lips. “No one on the other side of the door knows we’re in here, and no one has to know.”
Her lips open slightly, and I hold my breath.
Have I ever wanted someone so badly before?
The tiny gap that lives between our mouths is there one second then gone the next. She relaxes into me, sinking her hips to meet my hand between her legs with a sexy noise. I kiss her long and hard. My tongue works quickly to memorize every single inch of her feisty mouth.
I love her lips. I love her taste, and I love having her like this.
I toy with her over the lace, rubbing my finger back and forth softly, until she whimpers against me. I grip the back of her head to keep her lips pressed to mine and pull her panties to the side.
“Needy,” I mutter against her mouth. “And I fucking love it.”
I slide a finger inside, and her head slips backward with a faint moan. My other hand gets lost in her dark strands of hair, the pinned pieces loosening from my grip as she unravels from my touch.
“That’s it,” I say with a strained voice.
Seeing her like this is life changing. Having her all to myself, hatred and teasing aside, is going to kill me in the end.
I add another finger and watch her closely. Euphoria washes over her features, the apples of her cheeks pink, her lips parting with a whimper.
“Right…th–there,” she moans.
My dick pulses as quickly as my fingers move in between her legs. I rub her clit, and her hips jerk from the touch.
