Fuck.
Not only am I not wearing a bra, but I’m not wearing any panties, and I’m in serious danger of embarrassing myself by ruining my shorts.
‘Want me to take that edge off?
My cheeks flame—as usual. He prowls closer. I should move, but I don’t. I’m physically unable. He stops, mere inches from me, and his scent steals into my lungs.
‘No, I’m okay, thanks.’ I lie.
I’m not okay.
I crave his touch more than my next breath.
Now that I can no longer hold him personally accountable for my brother’s death, or the drug problem on the streets, I’m running out of reasons to keep fighting this attraction between us.
‘Sure?’ His focus falls to my nipples. ‘You cold?’
‘No.’ I blurt.
‘Something else then.’ His eyes glint like molten lava.
The air is thick with sexual tension. Fraught with the possibility of pure, primal pleasure. Heat scalds my skin as the memory of his mouth on mine, and his fingers fucking my pussy burst back into my brain.
Oh, who am I kidding?
They never left it.
There’s only so much I can take, and I’m holding on by a single thread.
‘Do you need something, sweetheart?’ His voice is soft and low and teasing all at the same time. He raises a hand, slowly. It feels like it lingers in the air between us. His eyes silently seek permission.
Again, I wish he’d just touch me.
I wish he’d just slip his hand inside my shorts again and put me out of my fucking misery.
I wish he’d take the decision out of my hands, because then I could blame him afterwards when I hate myself for coming so fucking hard for a man who is capable of murder.
‘Coffee,’ I mumble unconvincingly.
‘Your wish is my command.’ His hand drops to his side. ‘All of them,’ he drawls languidly, then fires me a wink before heading back to the coffee machine.
What I actually need is a cold shower. Or five minutesalone with my right hand. Maybe then I could think straight.
‘What are your plans for the day?’ He reaches for a mug, places it under the machine, and pushes a button until it whirs to life. I will my eyes away from his magnificent ass, but not before he catches me ogling, again.
‘Same as every day,’ I shrug.
‘Do you want to get out of here for a while?’ He motions around the house.
Maybe a few hours out in the real world might give me some perspective. ‘If it’s safe to.’
‘I told you, sweetheart, you’re always safe with me.’
So much for getting some perspective.
He checks the chunky silver watch on his wrist. ‘Why don’t you shower and meet me back down here in about an hour? I’ve a few calls to make, then I’m all yours.’ He hands the coffee to me and I’m super careful that our fingers don’t touch.
‘Where shall we go?’ I fold my arms across my chest, but the friction only increases my arousal.
