I’m an idiot.
This was probably all one-sided, and I was too drunk to realize.
I should apologize.
I should—
But she pauses at the door, looking back at me.
“Do you want to…” She glances away, like she’s afraid to say what comes next. Then her eyes sparkle, a soft, slightly mischievous smile on her face when she asks, “Want to come with?”
I stare at her.
She’s standing there in the entrance to her bathroom, still just wearing those tiny little metallic gold bottoms—so tiny, she might as well not be wearing anything at all—and my shirt. That’s it.
Rigid heat burns through me.
Fuck.
So much for apologizing.
And is it just my damn overactive fantasies, or do I catch her gaze flick down to the front of my swim shorts and to the hardening shape of my cock straining against the fabric?
I can’t help but smirk. No, that definitely wasn’t my imagination.
She just checked me out.
And I can’t stop looking at her.
The way her nearly bare ass curves beyond those tiny bikini bottoms, so cheeky the back is basically a thong. The way she bends over slightly, arching her back as she turns around, and I swear she’s doing it on purpose just to show off even more.
She turns to the side again and,fuck, the way that thin white shirt clings to her breasts—
Is she trying to tempt me?
As if I need tempting.
My cock is already hard, throbbing against the papery fabric of these strange shorts.
“Well?” she asks from the bathroom door, giving me a playful smile. I love this sudden burst of confidence. “You coming?”
I laugh, unable to hold back the joke as I mutter, “Not until you make me, little human.”
“What was that?” She flashes me another earth-shattering smile before disappearing into the bathroom.
Am I dreaming?
This has gotta be a dream, because no human has ever looked at me like that before. And I’ve never wanted a human like I want her.
I need her body against mine, need to feel her tight warmth gripping my cock, need to bury myself deep inside her. I need this, needher.
I can’t wait to see the water sliding down over her perfect breasts and around the curve of her ass.
And that’s not all I want.
I follow her into the bathroom just in time. She takes the hem of her borrowed shirt and starts to lift it from her waist,but I grab her wrists, holding her still, loving the way her breath catches in surprise.
“Wait,” I growl, leaning closer to her neck, breathing in her scent all over again. “Not yet.”
