The book is suddenly snatched from me. “Hey, give it back,” I snap, my eyes rising to meet a curious Orlando’s.
“I want to know what made my treasure blush in that way.” He towers above me, his lips curling at the sides as he reads over the page I was on.
In a rush, I get to my feet, trying to snatch my book back from him, not wanting him to see what I was reading. But he wrestles me into a hug with one of his heavy arms over my chest so I can’t move my arms. “You’re an asshole,” I tell him.
“‘I concentrate on Rhett’s massive cock, bobbing up and down as Dominic sucks on my clit, sending waves of pleasure over me. I feel alive for the first time in my life, these two men pleasuring me in a way I have never experienced.’”He reads straight from the page I was on then closes the book. His lips dust over my ear in a way that sends shivers over my skin. “I knew you would like this one.” His words ghost over me. From this position I can also feel how damn hard his cock is pressing into my ass. This turns him on as well.
“You’re a pussy tease, you know that? You get me all worked up then you leave me hanging. Now you want to torment me some more.”
He moves me so we are eye to eye. “You’re the one tormenting me, sitting here in those shorts, your long bare legs just begging to have my fingers trace the line all the way from your feet to where the hem starts. Your cheeks growing pinker as you read each dirty word.”
I blink back at him, my lashes fluttering. “I was just sitting here minding my own business and now I’m going for a cold shower.”
“Better not be to relieve the tension.”
“Why wouldn’t I, knowing you’re not going to do the job for me,” I sass back, sick of his rules.
He glares back at me, and I know he’s trying to intimidate me, but I’m not scared of him. I would like him to finish what he started this morning, though.
“Will you be watching? I’ll make sure to put on a nice show for you,” I say, way flirtier than I should, but two can play at this game. I know he wants me, even if he’s holding back. I’m going to tease him till he tips over the edge and gives me what I want.
His brow rises slowly, and he watches me with fresh interest. “Is that what you want?”
I place a hand on my hip. “Since when do you do what I want? Don’t you just watch me because you can’t take your eyes off me?”
His eyes drop down my face, lingering on my lips for longer than they should. “Do you want me to watch you shower, Sloane?” he asks again.
My heart kicks up at beat knowing I do, but I can’t just say that to him. Who wants to admit they like being watched when doing something so private? It’s fucked up. I try to take a step back from him and get some space, but he has a firm hold on me. “You will do whatever you want anyway. The lure of watching me soap up my naked body will be too much to resist.” Oh God, I need to shut my mouth, but I can’t stop.
His lips twist up at the sides. “If that’s what you want. Put on a show for me then, treasure.”
My palms go all sweaty. Oh fuck. This is what I wanted, to push him a little further. But now that I have him here, I don’t know what to do. Part of me thinks he’s holding back from me because of our past and he maybe knows he’s dangerous for me. But this feels like inviting the tiger into my den. I know he’s going to eat me alive.
He releases me and motions for me to walk by him toward his bedroom.
Oh God, we’re doing this. Maybe he’s not so different from his brother; Romeo would have challenged me just like this and had that stupid charming smirk on his lips as well. I walk in front of him, butterflies dancing in my stomach. Will it all get too muchfor him watching me? Will he give in and finally join me, and why do I hope so?
When I make it to the bathroom, he lingers in the doorway.
I don’t know where I find it, if it’s the way his eyes light up with desire or if it’s just my inability to turn down a competition, but I turn back toward him, feeling all of a sudden way braver than I should. I unzip the fly on the short white linen shorts I have on, letting them fall to the tile floor. Next, I go for the tank top, tugging it over my head. My eyes find his, my lips twisting up at the sides in a challenge.
His eyes rake over my body from head to toe. “Keep going.”
Fuck, why is his instruction such a turn-on? I have no idea, but my nipples are digging into my lace bra, just begging to be played with. I lean into the counter while I remove my ankle brace. Then lock my eyes back with his as I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the tile floor. The cool air running over my bare skin sends a scattering of goosebumps over my tits.
Heat flashes in his eyes, and it makes me want to keep going.
I hook my thumbs in the sides of my thong and slide it down my legs, and his eyes follow my fingers all the way down to my toes then back up again. I move toward the shower, turning on the water and waiting for it to adjust, before I step under the warm spray.
I let the water wash over my hair, then I reach for the body wash, squirting some in my hand. I run it over my body, up and over my tits, then down over my stomach.
He moves closer, leaning on the counter. “You have a gorgeous body, Sloane.”
I squirt some shampoo in my hand.
“Can I?” he asks, and I realize his shirt is already off.
“You want to wash my hair?” I ask, surprised.
