I fall onto the bed, landing on my back as my arms stretch out over the duvet. “Please let this go smoothly.”
Chapter Eleven
Rowan
I secure the last bit of cargo I can in the toolbox before slamming the lid shut. Rain pelts me from all angles. Still, being out here is better. Anything is better than being smothered with Addison’s presence.
Her smell, her smile, and her quick wit are weaknesses to me. I’m still wearing the stupid shirt she gave me because shetouchedit. And watching her face light up when I agreed to wear it was like being welcomed home after a long job. I loved her eyes on me far more than I care to admit.
She’s attracted to me; that much is obvious. I’m notjustdrawn to her. I’mobsessed. She keeps giving me more reasons to fight whatever it is that keeps me so grounded. She’s meant to be a job—something I’ll complete and move on from.
ButfuckingChrist.
I pause, the rain still pounding, unable to shake off the feeling. I don't even think I can walk away. Not after today.
I hop down from the bed of the truck before opening the back door and grabbing both of our duffel bags. I jog back to the inn and step into the rustic foyer. Water sloshes off me, soaking the wood beneath my feet as I lumber towards the staircase. Our hostess is gone, but I plan to come back later to clean up the mess.
As I near the door to our room, I hear the shower running and press my forehead to it as I listen. Addison is humming lightly, her melodious tone reaching my ears as I close my eyes.
All I can picture is what she would look like. Water droplets dripping down the valley of her breasts. Her hardenednipples, pink and flushed with the heat of the shower. Her hair, slicked back with water as she runs her fingers through it.
My cock thickens at the fantasy, and I take a deep breath before pushing the door open. I set her duffel bag down on the floor outside the bathroom door andforcemyself to walk away. It’s the hardest thing I've ever done, but I helped enough earlier with my great idea of her giving me head.
I’m still an idiot for that.
Best head I’ve ever got, but it can't happen again. Not if I have to let her go in the end.
And who says I have to?
As that thought surfaces, revulsion twists in my chest. I’m not my brother. I still have some morals. Maybe not many, but enough to know that trying to cage Addison would only breed her resentment.
Or it’ll challenge her in that way that makes her look at me like she did back at the store.
“No,” I say out loud before I blink.
Jesus Christ, I'm arguing with myself now. I’ve fucking lost it.
Determined, I try to shut down the argument in my head. I’m not kidnapping Addison. I have to let these thoughts go. It ends here. No more.
The bathroom door cracks open, and steam rolls out before a hand reaches for the duffel bag and pulls it inside. The door closes, and I release a breath as I plop down in a leather chair. I bury my face in my hands, using the heel to dig into my eyes as if it’ll clear the heinous thoughts I harbor for this woman.
“I really am fucking sick,” I say lowly.
The bathroom door opens again, and I shoot up from my chair. Addison walks out, her hair wrapped in a brown towel and a new pair of black tights clinging to her shapely legs. She’s wearing an oversized, long-sleeved shirt that swallows her frame.
“The bathroom is clear,” she motions to it before settingher bag on the bed.
I don’t answer her as I grab my things before closing myself in and starting the shower. My clothes slop onto the floor with a wet slap before I climb in. The water is scorching as it cascades along my scarred back, but it’s what I need to get my mind off of her. It doesn't help that the whole bathroom smells like her, and I find myself taking deep breaths to soak it in.
As I scrub the soap into my skin, my cock twitches, reminding me of the hard-on that won’t go away when I'm in her presence. My hand dips lower, and for a second, I think of doing something about my arousal. But I shake it off as I scrub harder at my skin.
I shouldn’t touch myself to the thought of her. Not while she sits in our room, unaware that I want to fuck my fist to the sultry image of her, my imagination has conjured.
Something rattles on the counter, and I turn to the shower’s curtain. I can see right over it and lift a brow as Addison slowly attempts to pull a blow dryer out of the cabinet.
“Just grab it, Sunshine,” I deadpan at her sneaky movements that aren't subtle.
“Sorry,” she gives me a tight, apologetic smile. “My hair can’t be tamed without it. You wouldn't happen to have a brush, would you?” Her eyes trail up to my buzzed head before she rolls her lips in. “Never mind.”
