“I don’t know, do you always have to be such a conformist?”
I narrow my eyes as she grabs some soap and begins to wash herself. “I am not.”
“You sure are obedient to your own rules.”
I smirk. “I can be obedient to someone else’s rules too … if they had any.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Instead, she rubs her hands all over her tits, as if to punish me for challenging her in her own little game. I know what she’s doing, and I won’t fall for it.
“Are you done?” I ask.
“Hardly.”
She spins on her heels, then rubs her flat hands all over her ass, spreading the soap everywhere. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want to bite my own damn knuckles to keep the moan from spilling out.
Good God, why did the world throw this insufferably irresistible woman into my goddamn lap?
“Are you going to keep your pants on or what?”
“You’re still here, so yes,” I retort.
“You didn’t have any problems taking them off before.”
“When I didn’t know someone was snooping on me,” I say, planting my fist on the wall beside her. “Twice.”
She turns around again, and now that we’re face-to-face, the air between us is so thick with tension that it almost feels like these cold droplets are burning on my skin.
“Yet you were moaning my name,” she quips.
Fuck. Got me there.
She slides her hand down her body, and my eyes can’t help but follow while my lips part, tongue licking my top lip like a goddamn dog panting in heat.
“You still won’t touch me?” she says. “Then don’t. I can do it myself.”
She slips down to that crevice marked by a neatly shaven triangle of softness, and fuck me, I have never had weaker knees than I do now as she begins to rub herself right in front of me. Her lips part as her head tilts back while she enjoys herself, and I can’t look away, no matter how hard I try.
I step back under the shower to let it cool me off, but nothing works anymore when I look at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and I’m no better than any other man with fleshy needs.
I want to pounce on her, suck at the droplets rolling down her nipples, lather her with soap, and rub her pussy until she screams my name.
But I can’t because she’d use it all against me.
It’s a trap, and I’m falling in it so hard I can’t look away.
“Stop,” I groan.
Her fingers roll around and around between her legs, and she bites her lip while looking into my eyes like she’s trying to snatch my soul from my body. Hell, I’d let her if this was my reward.
“Make me,” she murmurs, her eyes flickering down toward my obvious hard-on.
My eyes are locked on the filth in front of me as her feet slowly spread wider, allowing me a glimpse at the forbidden fruit she’s opened up. My hand instinctively moves down my abs toward my pants, unable to stop my arousal from taking over my every waking thought.
Fuck, I want her. I want her so badly I could show her all four corners of this fucking house just with my tongue and still not have enough. But I can’t fucking give in. Not when my honor is on the line.
She’s found my only weakness, and she’s using it against me.
“Don’t push me, Tesoro,” I groan, cock twitching against the palm of my hand as I stroke myself right through the fabric of my pants.
