I have a rule about no animals in the bed, but she allows this one to break it. The last thing I want to do is roll over and find myself face to face with a dog instead of a sexy ass woman. Especially one that only wore one of my T-shirts to bed.
Fuck, I need to stop. I should be grateful that the dog slept in the bed and I didn’t do something stupid. Like curl myself around her and feel that perfect ass cradling my cock.
My cock jerks again. Damn it. I need to get over this shit. Wanting Rori is a bad idea.
When we reach my—ours now, I guess—suite, Rori doesn’t even glance at me as she heads for the bathroom, giving a quick command to Hades that has him going to his dog bed with his ball to lie down.
I guess I’m dismissed.
The bathroom door shuts and I let out an annoyed sigh as I scrape my hand through my hair. What the fuck am I going to do? I can’t allow myself to be distracted by her. She’s doing my head in and that is unacceptable. No woman should be able to distract me. Hell, no one should be able to distract me. My entire focus needs to be on keeping Gia and Sienna safe from their wacko family.
The bathroom door opens and I curse under my breath. Why is God tempting me? What the fuck have I done to deserve this early version of hell?
Rori steps out, wrapped in only a towel that barely covers her ass and shows off her long, toned legs, along with the tattoos that I’ve only been able to get a glimpse of when she was in that barely-there swimsuit.
I’m hard as a fucking rock. I don’t even bother trying to hide it, watching her as she makes her way to the walk-in closet, searching around for something. I need to look away. My cock does not agree, in fact, he thinks we should do a lot more than look.
Bad idea. Very bad idea.
Out of sheer willpower I force my body to turn away, but the willpower evaporates when I see her emerging from thecloset with another one of my shirts. “What the hell are you doing?” It comes out as more of a snap than a demand.
“I don’t have anything to sleep in, so unless you want me naked in the bed, you get to share some of your clothes, Goliath.” The shirt shakes in my direction. “Besides, with how big you are, this thing is like a dress on me. And if you don’t want me to use your clothes, then you should see about getting me some pajamas since I’m not allowed to just go shopping myself.” Her eyes turn sly and her dark red lips pull up into a wicked, knowing smile. “Unless, of course, this has always been your plan? You just want to see me running around naked, don’t you, Goliath?”
Yes!
Fuck.
“Why aren’t you just sharing with Sienna? Isn’t that what you women do? Steal each other’s clothes?” Perfectly reasonable argument. No fucking way am I touching the other questions.
She gives me a pitying stare. “I’m taller and leaner than Sienna, big guy. It’d be like wearing doll clothes to me. Or like I had some kind of weird growth spurt. So your shirt it is.” That same look resurfaces. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me to wear your shirt. Just say the word, and I’ll put it back.”
“Fuck, I don’t care. Go shower. You’re not the only one who needs to use it.”
Her green eyes turn molten as they slowly take me in. Shit. Her eyes linger just a little too long on my erection, and a primal triumph flashes over her face. She licks her lips before she practically purrs, “There’s a bench in the middle of the shower, Goliath. You can shower on one side, and I’ll shower on the other. No reason to waste the water, right?”
She’s playing with fire, and I’m teetering on the edge of doing something very stupid. Fuck. I hold on to my control withmy fingernails as I growl harshly, “You’re playing with fire, Aurora, so cut it the hell out.”
I realize my mistake as her smile widens. “That’s your problem, huh? You want me, clearly, but you don’t want to want me.” White teeth flash as my shirt drops to the floor. I stiffen. What the hell is she doing? “That’s too bad, Goliath, because I think that you and I would be really hot together, don’t you?” Her hand goes to the towel, fingers dipping into her cleavage.
Alright, it’s confirmed, I’m in hell. The devil himself has to be watching this shit and laughing. My cock jerks, weeping with desire as I watch her pull the piece of fabric away from her body, dropping it to the floor.
The curse that slips from my mouth is sharp. Fuck, seeing her naked is almost too fucking much.
Her skin is pale, contrasting against the bright colors of her tattoos. Lean muscle mixed with just the right amount of curves. I greedily take in her perfect sized tits, her dark pink nipples hard and tight, making my fingers itch to pinch and tease them, and my mouth water to taste them. I’ve been with women who can come just from sucking on tits. I wonder if Aurora O’Brien is the same? I really want to find out.
My eyes trail down, taking in her pronounced abs that she’s worked hard to keep up. Over her slightly curved hips, showcasing more of her ink along both sides, before trailing down to mid-upper thigh. Which is exactly why until now I didn’t know that she had them, and my hands also itch to trace them.
Fuck, who am I kidding? My hands itch to touch every inch of her. Including the bare folds between her legs, currently shifting, as if trying to contain her desire. Is she already soaked at the thought of us being together?
I clench my fists together to keep from adjusting myself, or worse, reaching for her.
“This isn’t happening.”
Her chuckle is husky, pure temptation. “You keep saying that, but we both know that you want me, Alonzo. You want me bad enough that you try so hard to hide it. Acting like you hate me, but that’s not right, is it? I think you actually like me and you hate it. You despise that you want someone like me, isn’t that right?”
“Being attracted to you is a reflex.” Lie. Lie. Lie. It’s as natural as breathing and that’s what worries me. I should not want her this much.
Sex with her can’t happen. Falling for her can’t happen.
