“It’s okay,” I say, reaching for the towel, but he grabs my hand.
“No. Leave it.”
I stand back up and look at him.
“It’s late, you should get to bed.” He grabs his boxers and quickly pulls them on.
His cum, hot and thick, leaks down my inner thigh. He notices it as he scoops up the towel, but he doesn’t give it to me.
“I like having my seed on your skin. Marking you.” He throws the towel in a laundry bin. “Go on, get in bed.”
As I turn to leave, he grabs my arm and spins me back to him. His hands frame my face, and his mouth covers mine. It’s desperate, this kiss. It’s like he wants to climb inside and hide, while I want to cling to him and not let go.
When he breaks it, he stares into my eyes. “Go to bed, Charlotte.”
“You have to let go of me first,” I say, since his hands are still on my face.
“I’m not sure I can,” he mutters, but it’s low and said under his breath like I’m not supposed to hear it.
But I did.
His hands fall to his sides, and he jerks his head toward the open door. “Bed. And if you touch yourself, I’ll know.”
I nod, because he looks too serious to tease him right now.
After I leave the bathroom, I close the door and lean against it. The shower turns on.
He’s not sure if he can let me go.
Worse.
I’m not sure I want him to.