“What is?” I ask, confused.
“I can’t get out of this dress on my own,” she giggles quietly.
I chuckle and grin at her. “Come on, let’s get you out of it then,” I whisper, guiding her towards her bedroom door and through it.
She stands with her back to me, reaching back to lift her hair out of the way. I brush my fingers over her neck, carefully unhooking the clasp of her dress.
She breathes softly, remaining very still.
With the clasp released, I take the small zipper in my fingers and drag it downwards, my hand brushing over her skin all the way down her spine. I notice how goosebumps break overher flawless skin as the dress falls open behind her, revealing her perfect back.
My cock is hardening, and I am fighting the need to press my lips against her shoulder, to kiss her body and slip the sleeves off her arms, letting the dress fall to the floor.
“Thank you,” Kayla whispers, her voice shaky.
She turns to face me, clutching the front of the dress against her chest like a shield.
I take another step away from her. “Sleep peacefully, beautiful girl,” I whisper.
She smiles, her eyes shimmering in the soft light.
“You too, Josiah,” she says.
It’s nearly impossible to walk away from her, but I have to. My body is screaming. My mind is an avalanche. But Ihave to walk away.Until she is ready, until she comes to me, that cannot happen again.
For now, the thing I want most from her is her trust. It is the most invaluable thing that I can work towards. Something to be earned, slowly, patiently, and with gentleness.
In my own bedroom, though, the need increases. My cock is pressing rock-hard against my pants.
I groan, desperate and struggling.
Stripping my clothes off, I decide that a cold shower is the only way I will be able to dampen the desire.
But even with the cold water rushing over me, I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop picturing the way that dress looked on her, and the privilege of being the one to slowly unzip it.
My cock won’t relax, so I do the only thing I can do. I wrap my hand around the shaft and close my eyes, picturing everything I want to do to her as I stroke up and down, searching for relief.
Chapter 16 - Kayla
It’s still very early. I’m in my pajamas, and Izabel is standing at the front door with her bag packed and ready to go, catching a morning flight back home.
I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight.
“I’m sorry we didn’t get to do more things together!” I grumble, not wanting to let her go.
“Oh, don’t be silly. You were busy with work, your new job, your promotion, and so many exciting things. I got to spend so much time with girls, and I got to explore Chicago.”
Izabel steps back but takes my face in her hands. “And I really am keen on moving here.”
“Really, even after what happened?”
“Pfft,” she scoffs. “That kind of lame stuff will never keep me from doing what I want.”
I’ve tried to speak to her about what happened a few times, but I think she’s as strong-willed as I am. She prefers to push things down and pretend they don’t bother her. I’ll wait until she’s safely back in California, and then I’ll call her so we can have a long chat over the phone. Maybe she’ll open up then.
“So, when will you know for sure? About moving to Chicago. I want to know if I should start getting excited or not,” I smile.
She laughs. “I’ll talk to my brother again, seeing as he will be paying for the whole thing. I’ll ask him if I can start looking for an apartment and all that. But either way, whether I come back to visit or to move here, I will be back as soon as possible. And this time, I’ll give you more warning instead of just rolling up to your front door. Then maybe you can take some time off?”
