I clamp my jaw shut and manage to drag my eyes away from his body. Pretending to be disinterested, I pick up my phone and pretend to check my emails because if I look at Kray for too long, I don’t trust myself not to lick the water off his hard chest.
Kray saunters through my room and into the living room, still humming. He doesn’t close the door behind him, and I have to employ all my self-restraint not to crawl over the bed to get an eyeful of him getting dressed.
Alongside the heat that’s spreading through my body, I also feel irritated. How dare he come in here and strut about like he owns the place? Walking around in just a towel and showing off his goods…
While I’m annoyed, I’m also glad for the show.
Damn, this guy’s got me all flustered.
Striding to the door, I slam it shut, cutting him off mid-hum.
I lean my back on the door, breathing heavily. My body is inflamed, and I slide my hand over my aching breasts, trailing my fingertips over my hard nipples, imagining what it would feel like to have Kray’s hands running over my body.
My eyes flutter closed as my hand snakes lower, slipping between my legs to feel the damp patch of my panties.
My core sparks to life under my touch, but my hands are too soft. I want Kray’s callused hands on me, the rough ridges scraping against my skin.
There’s a knock at the door behind me and my eyes fly open, my hand coming up from between my legs.
“What is it?” I call out sharply.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
Fuck. I rest my head against the wall and take a deep breath before opening the door, hoping Kray doesn’t notice my pointy nipples and inflamed pussy.
This is going to be a hard couple of days.
It’s a few hours later and my work for the day is done. I spent most of the day in the bedroom working on my laptop while propped up by pillows in the bed. It didn’t take me long to do all my tasks for the day, so I pulled out my reading app and downloaded a dirty, sweet, short romance—my favorite genre.
It’s done nothing to ease the pressure that’s been building in my pussy ever since Kray turned up on the doorstep.
I only came out to get lunch and he wasn’t there, which is fine by me.
Now as I come out of the bedroom, Kray’s on the couch with his feet up and a book in his hand. I try not to act surprised to see him reading, but I do note it’s a thriller. No dirty romances for him.
The gray clouds hang thick and low, but they still haven’t broken.
I took my time getting ready to go out, and I tell myself it’s because I always like to put my persona on, but I’m pleased to see the way Kray’s eyes rake over me, taking in my black skirt and figure-hugging sweater.
“Where you off to?” he asks as his eyes rest on my breasts.
“None of your business.”
I grab my car keys from the kitchen counter and head for the door.
“You’re right. It’s none of my business, but I wondered if you want to have dinner with me later, since we’re in the same house.”
I narrow my eyes at him, not sure if he’s asking me out of politeness alone.
“Here, I mean,” he says. “It’s too cold to go out.”
He says it pointedly, and he’s right. I want nothing more than to stay here where its warm and cozy. But there are people relying on me.
“I’m going to the MUEVE office.”
He cocks his head, waiting for me to explain what the hell that is. I think about walking out without an explanation. I usually don’t tell people I do volunteer work. It leads to questions I don’t want to answer. But Kray’s looking at me with those warm brown eyes of his that make me want to crawl inside him and curl up.
“It’s a charity for people who grew up in foster care, to transition them back into the community.”