I didn’t know the story yet, but eventually, it would all come out.
I didn’t want to be another man who hurt her, and the one way to achieve that was to offer her more than I was capable of. I’d just gotten out of a relationship—had been screwed over by the woman who was supposed to love me. I wasn’t ready to go through that again.
No, I had to be honest with Ellie and tell her I just wanted to keep things casual.
I gritted my teeth, knowing that was something I should have mentioned before I dragged her out of that bar and fucked her on her couch. And on her kitchen counter. And against the wall. In her shower. And finally, in her bed.
“Fuck, you’re an idiot,” I hissed to myself.
If I said to her now that I didn’t want a relationship, that would only make her feel used. Would she ever want to see me again? Fuck, I never should have kissed her, not without being one hundred percent honest with her.
The bathroom door opened and a cloud of steam followed the woman I had fucked every single way possible last night. She hadn’t gotten dressed. Instead, she was wrapped in a towel with her hair tied up in something on top of her head.
And all I could do was stare at those gorgeous legs.
Fuck, I was so screwed.
“You’re still in the same spot,” she smiled. “I thought for sure you’d have gotten up by now.”
“You were only in there a few minutes.”
She shot me a funny look, walking over to her dresser. “Are you kidding? I take the longest showers ever. Just to control my hair, I need at least ten minutes.”
Had she really been in there that long? I glanced over at the clock and frowned. Half an hour had passed. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t even realized I’d just been sitting here, wallowing in my stupidity.
“If you want a shower, I’d grab it now. Not that I left you much hot water,” she teased.
“I’ll just take one at home.”
“Sure,” she nodded, dropping her towel.
I swallowed hard at her beautiful body, those firm tits, thick thighs that I could still feel wrapped around my head, and that pussy…
“I’m gonna grab some breakfast,” I said, shooting off the bed. Quickly grabbing my clothes, I didn’t even bother getting dressed before practically running down the hall.
There was no way in hell I was sleeping with her again until we had an honest talk. And since it was generally seen as tactlessto mention you didn’t want a relationship after waking up in a woman’s bed, staying in that room would have been very bad.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself, and then I’d only hurt her even more.
I spent the better part of an hour wandering around her house, pretending to do things as I kept my mind occupied with thoughts other than what she looked like naked. I did her dishes. I changed her laundry loads. Hell, I even dusted her blinds.
I wasn’t sure I had ever dusted blinds in my life.
But by the time I was done, she walked out, looking gorgeous as ever in a wrap dress that showcased those magnificent breasts. And those heels.
Groaning, I tossed the rag on the counter and sighed. “Ready?”
“Sorry it took me so long.”
“It’s fine,” I muttered, grabbing my keys.
Thrusting a hand on her hip, she glared at me. “Have I done something wrong?”
“What?” I snapped.
“This! This attitude you have. Is this because I took a long time in the shower?”
“Of course not!”
