My hand closes around her throat firmly. My thumb presses under her jaw, tilting her beautiful face up to mine.
My little rabbit let her curiosity win, and she took the bait. I’m not the kind of man who pretends accidents happen when I’ve set the board myself. I wanted to see how far she’d go when I heard her call my name, how easily she’d forget herself, and how quickly her body would make decisions if I gave her a show through the shower door.
She didn’t disappoint.
Her pupils are blown wide, her full lips parted, and her cheeks already burning. I haven’t even touchedher properly yet and she’s blushing for me like a sinner caught in church.
I lean in, slow and close, letting water drip from my soaked hair onto her skin. “You think I won’t rip that shirt off your body?” I murmur, my voice dark and amused. “After you snuck up on me?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, fighting a smile. I tighten my hand just enough at her throat that her lips part on a quick, startled breath. Her thighs instantly rub together.
Fucking hell, I love how easily I can make her squirm, how quickly her breath goes shallow.
Her throat bobs under my hand. “Last chance to be a good girl and undress for me,” I say, releasing pressure and swiping my thumb along her jaw.
My other hand curls in the hem of her shirt and her lashes flutter.
“Or what?” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my forearm.
She wants to make me do it.
Maybe I should let her undress slowly, shy and wide-eyed for me. But I’m not that fucking patient right now.
Her thin shirt tears in a couple of hard tugs. She gasps, stumbling back, and I follow, crowding her against the door as the torn fabric falls to the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra.
“You destroyed it.”
I lean in, my lips brushing her soft, parted ones. “I did,” I whisper. “I don’t do well with things in my way.”
My hand slides around her waist and tugs at the waistband of her shorts. “Ready to be a big girl and take off the rest yourself?”
She doesn’t move, so I slap her ass. She gasps, and the sound that slips from her lips almost makes me tackle her and finish this faster than I’d like.
But I want to see her do it. Consciously undress in front of me, not hoping I make the decision for her. So I step back. “Bra, panties, all of it, Jessica. I want you naked in front of me.”
I’m still dripping and my cock is hardening. I let her look at it when her eyes slide down, let her see exactly what she caused.
Her turn to perform. She stands bare from the waist up, blushing and fidgeting without me as a shield. Fuck, she’s gorgeous—vulnerable and defiant all at once.
She shifts, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. Her gaze stays locked on mine, a hunger flickering there that makes my pulse kick.
Then she pushes them down, inch by inch, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. The shorts glide over her hips and thighs, puddling at her feet.
This girl, standing in just her underwear with that look that says she’d crawl to me if I said the word—she’s art, a weapon, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
My jaw clenches as I take her in—tight black panties clinging to soft curves, long legs trembling slightly, perfect tits covered in thin black lace, nipples peaked. She’s breathing hard, waiting for my next move.
My gaze lingers on the lace. The straps cut into her shoulders, her nipples showing through the delicate fabric. My mouth waters just imagining my cock between them.
Not yet. Not until she gives it to me.
“Bra,” I say, voice low.
She sucks in a deep breath and her hands go up, sliding over her skin until she reaches the lace. Unhooking it at the back, she slides the straps down her arms, and lets the bra fall to the floor.
I watch like a starving man being handed his first real meal. Her tits are perfect, begging to be touched. I drag my gaze over every inch, making sure she feels how much I like what I see. I don’t want her doubting it.
Jessica shifts under my stare, cheeks burning but chin high—uncertain yet proud. My eyes move down, slow as molasses, stopping at the last piece she’s wearing. Her panties. Thin enough that I can see the outline of her pussy. My cock jerks hard, thick and aching. She’s soaked, and she has no idea how fucking good that makes me feel.
