“Yup.”
He hums in response, his eyes lazily flicking across my mostly bare skin, starting at my shoulders before dripping down where the towel barely covers the part of my body already reacting to his hungry gaze.
“Come here,” he says, tilting his head to watch me.
I shake my head, taking a step back instead, but that only makes his smile grow.
“If you make me chase you again,” he raises a brow in challenge, “whenI catch you, I’m going to fuck you into the floor so hard your ass is red from rug-burn.”
Jesus Christ.
“And if I don’t?” I raise a single brow.
“I haven’t even considered that as a possibility.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “And do you know why?”
I swallow down my nerves and shake my head, completely lost in his starving, vicious stare as he slowly stands.
In only a few silent strides, he’s close enough to reach out and run his fingers along the top of the towel draped across my chest. “Why’d you use my shower, Brigit?”
“I don’t know,” the lie slips from my tongue easily.
“Did you want me to follow you, Bunny? To sneak in behind you, shove you against the wall and stuff you full of cock?”
My cheeks warm, and I’m stuck somewhere between sayingduhand vehemently denying it.
Using a single finger beneath the towel, he tugs me forward, leaning in to murmur into my ear, “I know you’re still not ready to, so I won’t make you tell me that you left the door cracked for me, or that you left your soaked panties on the floor where I’d see them. I won’t even make you tell me you faced away from the door the whole time so I could catch you by surprise.”
His degrading words are so at odds with the tender tone he’s using and the gentle way his finger keeps drifting across my collarbone. It’s humiliating to be so transparent.
“You’re going to run,” he teases my ear with his teeth, and my whole body trembles. “And I’m going to chase you. Because you need me to. AndIneed to feel your hot, needy pussyfinallywrapped aroundme.”
A small whimper slips through my lips, that tiny noise sealing my fate.
He groans quietly, burying his face into my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth with enough force to make me moan.
His finger drops to his side, “I’ll give you a 30 second headstart.”
“30 seconds?”That’s nothing.
“29. 28.”
Fuck.
“I don’t think I agreed to that,” I pant.
“I don’t think I asked.” He stands to his full height, looking down at me with victory and devastating lust. “25.”
I hesitate for one more second, thinking through my options.
He raises a single brow, “24.”
The reality of running out of time has me finally moving, gripping the towel tightly around myself as I rush past him, immediately darting to the right to go downstairs.
This is a terrible idea.
