LUCAS
Ididn’t know where else to bring her, not with her looking the way she does. If Aspen sees her like this, Quinton is gonna be sleeping out on the helipad for a week.
But having her in my own apartment is probably not a good idea. No matter how rough she looks at the moment, she is still a woman, and I haven’t had sex in way too long.
Leaning against the doorframe, I huff out a breath. This is the worst idea I’ve ever had. I listen to the sound of the shower running, wondering how much longer she is planning on being in there.
I’m just about to knock on the door when the water shuts off. My hand is still raised, my knuckle hovering inches away from the wood as I listen to her get out of the shower.
The room goes oddly silent. Tilting my head, I rest my ear right at the door. The low creak of the cabinet meets my ear, followed by the sound of her rummaging through my stuff, most likely looking for a weapon.
Not wasting any time, I grab the handle, turn, and push my way into the bathroom. She shrieks in surprise and jumps up so suddenly that the towel wrapped around her loosens. I watch the fluffy white fabric slide off her wet body, exposing every inch of her skin to me.
I’m not sure if it’s a second or an hour, but I spend every moment of it scanning the soft curve of her naked form. Her breasts are more than a handful, perky, with light rose-colored nipples. Small bruises and cuts mar the otherwise smooth skin of her flat stomach and long legs. But her feet seem to look the worst from walking barefoot in the snow.
Her high-pitched scream still echoes through the room when she quickly kneels and grabs the towel. But she isn’t fast enough, and I get to sneak a peek at the curly tuff right above her pussy. My cock stirs, pressing against my jeans, begging me to let him out to play.
She doesn’t wrap the towel around her like before. Instead, she holds it in front of her chest like a curtain to cover her most private parts.
“Get out,” she demands with a shaky voice, clutching the fabric like it could possibly protect her from me.
“You are in my apartment, using my bathroom, rummaging through my stuff. You don’t tell me to get out.”
“I was just looking for a hairbrush.” The lie rolls off her tongue so smoothly that I almost believe it. Her wet hair is plastered against her skin in silky waves that look a few shades darker now.
Forcing a smile on my lips, I step farther into the bathroom. The closer I get, the more her bottom lip quivers. The grip on the towel tightens to the point of her knuckles turning white. Her breathing quickens, but when I’m close enough to smell the citrusy scent of my soap on her skin, she holds her breath altogether.
The tips of my boots are less than an inch away from her toes. Her ass is pressed against the sink when I lean into her, eating up all the space between us until my fully clothed body is flush against her wet naked one. She tilts up her head, and I lower mine. Our faces are so close, the tip of my nose almost touching hers. I can see every freckle on her nose, every speck in her emerald green eyes, and every long dark lash framing them.
My cock is standing at full attention now, and I make certain to press my hard length against her softness while I reach past her. Lifting my arm slowly, I grab the brush sitting at the top of the cabinet.
Her heart beats so rapidly, I can hear it, and if her hand wasn’t between us, I could probably feel it against my chest as well. A shiver runs through her body, and I wonder if it’s only because she is cold and scared.
Straightening myself up, I take a small step backward and hold the brush out to her. For a few seconds, she simply stares at it like it’s a foreign object she’s never seen before.
“Thanks,” she whispers a moment later, reaching for the brush. “I-I don’t have any clean clothes. Do you mind if I wash these in the sink?”
“I’ll have some clothes delivered for you in the meantime…” I trail my eyes down her body, her exposed hips and thighs, imagining holding her down while fucking her in long deep thrusts.Fuck, I need to jerk off.
“I don’t need much. An old shirt would be great. Or maybe you have a lost and found box or something like that?”
“Or maybe you sleep naked?” I say before I can stop myself.
“I’d rather sleep naked than get back into those filthy clothes,” she quips without missing a beat.
“Then you’ll sleep naked.”
Confusion flashes over her tired eyes. She isn’t sure if I’m joking or not. She’s about to find out I’m dead serious.
“Come with me. Walk ahead.” I point toward the hallway but leave my eyes on her. A hue of red spreads over her cheeks as she readjusts the towel to wrap around her body, giving me another glimpse of her tits before being covered once more.
She walks ahead of me back to the kitchen. I can’t take my eyes off her ass swaying, especially knowing she is bare under the fluffy fabric. I could take her so easily; one tug of the towel, and she’d be naked, ready to take my cock.
I know I’m only attracted to her because I haven’t been with anyone in so long. Still, the thought that she has any kind of hold on me has my stomach in knots.
“Wait,” I order when we get to the kitchen. Grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet, I throw it in her direction, almost wishing she wouldn’t catch it. To my disappointment, she does, grabbing onto the bar like it’s some priceless artifact. “That’s your dinner, so eat up.”
She doesn’t waste any time, ripping the paper open and shoving the granola into her mouth as if she is worried I’ll take it away from her.