I shower quickly and force my thoughts to the workday ahead of me. With the object of my fascination not in the office, I’m hoping to be able to accomplish a lot. She’s quite the distraction for me. Shaking the water out of my hair, I reach for my clothes, only to discover my bag isn’t in the shower stall with me. Distracted indeed. I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door only to smack straight into the petite body that has been haunting my dreams.
“Oh my God! Alex. I’m sorry I…I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know you were in here,” she sputters. My chest is burning, and I look down to see her hands resting there. We are pressed against each other once again, and my cock takes notice. I can’t resist the opportunity to tease her.
“You know, Savannah, if you wanted to touch my cock again all you had to do was ask. There’s no need for all of this song and dance just to end up in my arms.”
Her ears turn red, but she doesn’t push away. If anything, she leans in closer and of their own accord, my hands slide around to rest on her hips.
“That’s not, I, oh my God.” She’s flustered, and it’s adorable watching the play of emotion on her face. Her fingers curl into my body and I notice she’s not exactly trying to get away.
“Savannah,” I murmur as I slowly lean in close. Her skin smells of chlorine, water is dripping from her hair down her neck, and she’s still the most delectable woman I have ever come across. I brush my lips over her ear, and gently down her jaw, eliciting a gasp from her. Her hands tighten, and my dick jumps underneath the thin towel that somehow is staying in place around my waist. I want to kiss her. Really kiss her this time, and despite the fact that she doesn’t seem like she would stop me, I know somehow that this is not the time or place. She’s not ready.
And so, with great effort, I pull away. The only thing saving me from my frustration boiling over is the certain knowledge I now hold.
Savannah Reese is as desperate for me as I am for her.
