“I had a hard-on the whole time I wore it,” he admitted with a flush.
Shocked laughter escaped me.
“I thought you were upset with me.”
“After you rubbed all over me, I was hard as a rock and didn’t want to scare you away.”
My mouth curved into a lascivious smile. “Baby, if you knew the things I thought about doing to you in that towel, you wouldn’t have run.”
He groaned and turned away to adjust himself.
“Shower, you she-devil, or I’m going to build a pillow wall between us.”
I made a face at him, and he laughed. This lighter side of Jake made me happy, but it wasn’t fair I was the only one sexually frustrated.
I stripped off my shirt and shimmied out of my shorts until I stood in only my underwear. Once his heated eyes were trained on me, I rubbed myself through my soaked panties.
He tossed a pillow at me, and I laughed. My bra and underwear hit the floor seconds later. Insecurity at my small breasts tried to take hold, but the look of wonder on his face erased it completely.
I sauntered over to him. His eyes dilated, and he hissed when I cupped him through the towel.
“Does your shower have one of those adjustable heads? I’m never gonna fall asleep if I’m this horny.”
He closed his eyes and counted for patience. Damn, this was fun.
I shrieked when he pulled me against his hard body with all that glorious damp skin and firm musculature.
“Hurry up.” His growl shot straight to my clit. “If you’re quick, I’ll help you rub one out.”
With a squeal, I rushed through a shower. Then I swiped the towel over my skin before I scurried back to the bedroom.
I stumbled to a stop in the doorway, and the towel fell from my hand. Jake lay stretched out in the middle of his bed, his thighs spread to give me a better view as he stroked himself.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
His eyes opened to slits, and he grinned lazily at me. That was the one; that was my favorite of all his smiles. Sexy, knowing, lusty, and all mine.
I was mesmerized as he stroked himself to full hardness. Then I stepped forward to join him.
“Stop,” he ordered. “We’re not having sex tonight.”
I whimpered my dismay, and his smile flashed.
“Why are you torturing me?” I wailed.
“I’m torturing myself.”
“I won’t change my mind. I promise. I’ve thought about this a lot.”
“And I want to hear all about it, but tonight, you need sleep.”
“Then what are you doing?” I pouted.
“You were right. It’d be impossible to sleep while horny as fuck. I thought you might like to watch.”
I squeezed my thighs at the heat his words sent through me.
“Can I help?” I asked eagerly.
