That was bad enough.
But then, just barely audible, I heard a little whimper.
Then another.
Christ.
I’d been right about that little fantasy I’d conjured up.
There she was, one wall away, in the tub, her hand between her legs. To thoughts of me.
The creep factor ratcheted up as I yanked my pants down and closed my hand around my length, stroking as I strained to listen to her as her whimpers became little moans, as she got closer and closer.
Her sounds reached a fever pitch, then a sweet little cry escaped her as she came.
And fuck if I didn’t come with her. So hard that my legs felt weak and my vision flickered.
It was the post-nut embarrassment that had me rushing to clean up and make my way out of the bathroom.
Because what the fuck?
That had been such an invasion of her privacy.
I was still beating myself up when she came back out half an hour later, that chocolate scent announcing her presence before I even turned to find her standing there.
Christ.
You’d never know I’d just rubbed one out with the way my cock started to stir at the sight of her.
She had another of those silky shorts and cami sets on. This one was a barely-there pink that cut down low between her breasts and left most of her legs on display. I’d bet that when she moved around, a bit of ass peeked out from the bottom.
This.
This was the woman Matt had fumbled.
Of all the stupid shit he’d done in his life, that was the dumbest.
“Thanks for staying,” she said as I got distracted by the way her loose, wet hair dripped onto her cami, wetting the material and making her nipple press out at the cold.
“Of course,” I said. “I can stay the night if you want. Right here,” I added, patting the couch. “Unless you don’t want someone sleeping on the couch. I can have Zeno here tomorrow with the security system to make you feel better. But tonight, I can stay.”
“Really?” she asked, sounding so soft, so vulnerable that it took everything I had not to get up and wrap my arms around her.
“Really.”
“Thank you,” she said, blinking back tears yet again.
Suddenly, I wanted to resurrect Matt just to beat the shit out of him. Clearly, he’d been making any small task for Blair seem like a major inconvenience if she was having such a strong reaction to the smallest bit of kindness and protection.
“I’ll get you a pillow,” she said. “And a blanket.”
“There’s a blanket right here,” I said, gesturing toward the one on the back of the couch.
“Yeah, but it’s pink.”
“And that might matter if I was five years old.”
That had a small smile tugging at her lips.
