“I can’t leave you alone?—”
“Then don’t, Dante.” She takes a deep breath. “Stay here with me and I promise I’ll go with you in the morning. I know I can’t stay here alone, but I can’t be near him. Not yet.”
Wyatt. Nodding, I glance toward Tom’s door. Tom’s clothes will fit me as long as whoever ransacked the place didn’t tear everything up. Destruction didn’t seem to be their goal.
“I ordered a pizza.” She steps back and looks me over. “Were you working out?”
“Yeah, my gym isn’t far.” My shirt clings to me from the sweat. “Fuck. I need to take a shower and see if Tom has any clothes left here.”
She nods still a little dazed. “Roger might have something too.”
“Tom’s more my size.” I take her hand to keep her with me as we go to Tom’s room. I release her when she freezes in the doorway. Her face gets paler as she looks around at the mess.
“Who would do this?” She picks up a trophy and sets it on the shelf like putting one thing back will make this all better.
“Whoever Tom is running from is my guess.” I grab a shirt and shorts before returning to Sara. I tip her chin up so I can search her eyes. Still there. Good.
“You can yell through the door or I can set up our phones while I shower.” I move down the hall back to the bathroom she just escaped. After I place the clothes on the counter, I turn as the door shuts.
Sara shakes her head. “I don’t want to be alone in the house. Not again.”
I nod because I’ll do whatever it takes to make her feel okay right now. “Do you want to turn around?”
Reaching into the shower, I turn on the hot water. She laughs behind me.
“Feeling prudish?” Her voice is closer and I glance to find her leaning on the counter across from the glass door of the shower. She shrugs. “I’ve seen your cock.”
“Just trying to read the room, pip.” I pull off my shirt with one hand and toss it toward the door.
She bites down on her lip as her heated eyes take in my chest and abs. I step forward and brush my knuckle over the corner of her mouth. “You had a little drool...”
“I did not.” She bats my hand away.
I chuckle because she’s going to be fine. I check the water and adjust the temperature. “How long until your pizza arrives?”
“Forty-five minutes to an hour.”
I take my shorts and boxers off and they join my shirt.
She hisses in a breath, but all she’s getting is my back right now. Of course, my ass is nicely toned. I take the time to treat my body right. My cock is already hardening knowing she’s watching me, taking in every inch of me.
I step into the water and consider for a moment whether I should turn the dial to cold.
Sara
Someone was in our house. Someone violated Tom’s and my rooms. It swirls in my head, but something else takes precedent. Dante’s ripped back and that ass I could bounce a quarter off of.
And his cock. Fuck, it’s not even fully hard and it’s massive. Not that I have a lot to compare it to.
He steps into the shower and the water flows over his body, tracing every single inch of him until I can’t stand it anymore. I unbutton my shirt and slip off my skirt. They both flutter to the floor silently as I undo my bra and shimmy out of my panties.
I can’t get the smell of him out of my senses. Like a dark ocean in a storm. I want to be swept away by him.
When I open the shower door, he doesn’t seem to notice until I touch his shoulder. His muscles tense against my hand and he freezes.
“What are you doing, Sara?” His voice is strained as I press against his back.
Oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good. His skin is hot and wet. Every inch of my skin tingles with anticipation. “Taking control of my life, Dante.”
