But while she may be back to trying to annoy me, I’m not feeling any of my earlier frustration. I just feel kind of… deflated.
I don’t answer, lying down on the floor. The last thing I see is the upset look in her face before she closes the door. Moments later, the sound of running water tells me she’s showering.
I shut my eyes, as if that can possibly help drown out the noise. I have no intention of actually sleeping until I hear her snoring. The door is locked and the key is in my pocket, but I don’t trust her not to run away.
She’s stupidly brave enough to try.
_
I’m lying down in the same position when she opens the door again, walking out dripping and stark-naked.
I wish I could pretend to be asleep so I don’t have to deal with her right now, but I can’t help but watch her as she hurries to the bed.
“I couldn’t find a towel,” she shivers.
I sit up slowly, flicking on the light switch of the lamp on the nightstand so I can drink in the sight of her body. Her skinny arms are wrapped around her middle, squeezing at her non-existent breasts hard enough to give her a semblance of cleavage. Her thighs are squeezed together too, and for all the ache inside me, it’s all I can do not to pry them apart and sink my cockbetween them.
“Can you stop staring at me and help me?” she grits out.
Okay. I’m officially hard. “Help you how?”
“Find me a towel!” she whines, her teeth chattering.
“There aren’t any.”
Liar. I saw a stack of them in the bedroom closet.
“I’m cold,” she groans, shivering as she scrambles over to the bed. “Why the hell are they blasting the AC? It’s the dead of winter!”
“You shouldn’t lie down on the bed. You’ll get the sheets all wet, and with that AC on, you’ll freeze.”
“Fuck!”
She sinks to her knees in front of the suitcase, showing me her ass now, and the full globes, their creamy skin turned a dark red from my spanking, make my cock strain in my boxers.
“Come here.”
“No! Why the fuck didn’t Logan pack towels? He thought of everything else.”
“Come here, Piper.”
“Leave me alone! Can I put on your hoodie?”
“Yes. If you come here.”
At last, she gives in, walking hesitantly toward me. Her lips are blue and the red splotches on her face are from the cold now, not from embarrassment.
Well, maybe a mix of both, as she takes in my body, naked except for my briefs that most definitely have a bulge in them.
I pat my thighs. “Sit down.”
“No!” she huffs, eyeing the hoodie that I’ve draped over myself like a blanket. “Can I put it on?”
I pat my lap more insistently. “Sit down, and I’ll put it on you.”
She hesitates, biting her lip.
“I won’t kiss you,” I add sadly.
