She steps out of my arms. Twining our fingers together, she strides toward the foyer. I follow, too baffled about where she found my sweats.
In her room, she closes the door and leans against it. My gaze drops from her eyes, to her lips, and down the rest of her body. Whereas my pants are about to fall off her frame, not to mention the numerous times they're rolled up at the feet, her tank top is painted on. The contours of her tits reveal that she's not wearing a bra, and sudden heat floods my body—from the fact that Ethan saw her like this or the knowledge that I could tear the top off her and latch on to her erect nipples in one move, I'm not sure.
I need to redirect my thoughts.
"Wanna explain how my sweats ended up covering your ass?" I cock an eyebrow, placing both my hands on either side of her head against the door.
Denielle's fingers trace my abs, her touch scorching my skin.
"You left them in the dryer," she remarks cockily.
My dick twitches at her attitude. Instead, though, I hollow my cheeks. "So…you thought it was reasonable to steal them?"
She lifts a shoulder. "I thought it was fair, given how you left me standing in the laundry room that day."
My brows shoot up. "You've had my pants since we…?"
How did I not notice that?
"Maybe." Her sheepish grin makes me laugh.
"You are one of a kind,Keller." I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers.
"I prefer when you call me baby." She flutters her eyes.
"You do, huh?" I slowly move my lips along her jaw, relishing the tremble that racks through her until I reach her ear. My nose strokes the shell, and I whisper, "What is my baby going to do if I don't cooperate?"
Her fingers curl, leaving scratch marks down my belly to the hem of my pants. "I might withhold some of your favorite activities from you."
"My favorite?" I nip on the skin of her neck.
"That's what you called it last night—after round number three. Or was it four?" With her thumb on the outside, her fingers dip under the waistband. Reaching all the way in, she wraps her hand around my hard cock, pumping up and down. "Am I wrong?"
My lips part, and I groan into the crook of her neck. What is this woman doing to me? "Baby," I warn. "Don't start something you can't see through."
"Why not?" She innocently swipes her thumb over my head, already covered in precum. Heat shoots from head to toe, and my gentle nip on her soft skin morphs to me sinking my teeth into her flesh.
"Mhmm," she hums.
Ripping my body away, I retreat until she has to pull her hand out of my pants. "You need to get ready for work."
Why the fuck do I care if Denis fires her? One less variable where she could be attacked. But at the same time, I know how much this job means to her—to her independence. I'll be the last person to take that from her.
Denielle's pout almost changes my mind, but I shake my head. "Go shower. I'll be here, and tonight, we'll finish this conversation."
Denielle slowly walks past me, never dropping her eyes from mine, challenging me, so I amend. "At the guesthouse, where no one will hear your screams."
Her step falters. My momentary satisfaction is punched in the junk when she reaches for the hem of her top. Pulling it over her head, she follows the motion by releasing the drawstring of her stolen sweats. The material drops to the floor, and she steps out of them, spinning to stand in front of me, butt naked. She forwent the underwear again. Blood rushes to my cock like rapids.
I hold myself motionless to not lose control and take her against the wall, possibly damaging the drywall in the process.
"Well, until then, don't forget how you feel right now," she quips, pivots, and disappears into the bathroom.
I swipe my hands over my face, shaking my head.
What have I gotten myself into?
Only an hourafter Denielle and Jenn arrive at La Déesse, Jenn's name lights up my phone.