Her eyes catch mine and widen in shock.
She yelps and darts back into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard the frame shakes.
“Ohmygod—Koby!” she calls out. “I’m sorry!”
Sorry? Christmas came early this year and she’ssorry?
Sorry, like this isn’t the best birthday present ever?
Sorry, like she did something wrong instead of giving me the best sight of my life?
Sorry is the last thing she should be. What she should be is pressed against the door she just slammed, my mouth on hers while I taste her lips and drink in every sound she makes.
“I didn’t hear you come in!” she adds.
I’m speechless. My lungs forget how to pull down air and I’m blinking like the LED on a dying smoke detector. My whole body is locked the fuck up.
Except for my cock.
That spongy tissue has no shame, twitching and straining behind my zipper as if it’s trying to bust out and make Leilani’s acquaintance.
Enchanté, mademoiselle.
I rake a hand through my hair, then drop it back down, palming the stiff, aching length through my pants. The pressure doesn’t help. High hope withers and dies when the move doesn’t ease the throbbing. It just reminds me howreadyI am.
The bathroom door is just a few steps away. That’s all. A few short steps and I’d be there. I could knock. I could walk in. I could—
Youcan’t.
Right. If I push, I’ll ruin this.
“Do you always leave the bathroom naked?” I ask, then clear my throat because it came out like my name’s Jeff.
“Not when you’re home, Mr. Maddox,” she teases.
Fuck. She shouldn’t have said that. Neither part of that sentence, because I bite my teeth, trying not to think of LeilaniasMrs. Maddox, all the while wondering where I could install a pinprick camera...
I mean, where I would install one if I were a creep.
Which you’re not.
Mostly.
The door opens again and for the briefest moment I pray she’s reckless enough to gift me another glimpse. One more bare second. One more chance to memorize every line of her body.
But no. She emerges wrapped in a towel, still damp, still pink, still glowing. My pulse thuds in my ears. All the blood that’s not currently in my dick whooshes that way so loudly it almost drowns out Leilani’s words.
“I’ll go get dressed,” she says, not quite meeting my gaze.
She disappears into her bedroom and I’m still standing there, my system updating. It’s not until the door fully closes that I snap out of it and put one leg forward. Then the other. And again until I burst into my bedroom, turn the key, and lean back against hardwood.
Jesus Christ... I unbuckle, unzip, and grip my cock at the base.
My lungs empty in a rush, eyes close, and she’s there. Naked, wet, flushed. I groan, stroking fast.
Soft skin, the bounce of her boobs, the curve of her hips such a fucking perfect fit for my hands. That rivulet of water sliding between her breasts, down the soft curve of her stomach. Her nipples peaked, begging me to bite them.
I pump harder, hips pushing into my grip. My abs tighten, teeth sinking into my cheek as I imagine her body beneath mine, warm and soft.
