A slender arm slides around my waist, and I stiffen as Mia trails her lips over my back. “You should have woken me up. I could take care of you.”
Gnashing my teeth, I bite back a curse and slowly turn to face her. As she smiles up at me, the cold water hardens her rosy nipples.
She reaches for my dick. “What were you fantasizing about that’s made you so hard, baby?”
Her voice is all wrong.
Where Cole has hard muscles and rippling abs, she has soft curves.
Where Cole is sharp angles and vicious glares, she’s sweet smiles and peals of laughter.
My cock threatens to deflate as she drops to her knees.
I try so fucking hard to get into it, but this position fails to scratch the itch even as I bury my fingers in her damp locks.
The only person who could satisfy it is blasting music across the hallway like a fucking asshole.
My eyes fall shut, and I force myself to focus on her mouth around my cock. Her head bobs in my hands, and she moans, but no matter how much I try, I can’t come.
I just fucking can’t.
Not like this, and certainly not with her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks in a broken voice as I exit the shower.
Icy panic crawls up my legs and clenches my abdominals while I scrub my hair with a towel, blocking her out behind me.
Why does she have to be so good and pure?
I crave mayhem and darkness.
“Talk to me, baby.”
I tie the towel around my waist and then drag my hand through my ruffled hair, smoothing it down. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just not in the mood.”
Lies. My cock aches; it’s that damn hard.
Mia continues watching me with her doe eyes, but I don’t look at her again as I exit the bathroom.
Her steps follow me into the bedroom, and she stays silent while I pull a T-shirt over my head.
After locating my jeans on the floor, I drop the towel and shove my foot through the pant leg.
“You’re still hard.”
Don’t I know it?
“Your point?”
“Why won’t you let me make you feel good?”
Sighing, I zip up my pants and then meet her worried eyes.
A part of me wants to reassure her and tell her everything is fine, like I always do when she gets in one of these moods. But I just don’t have it in me right now, confused by my stormy emotions. Nothing is clear-cut.
Pausing, I let my eyes drift down her naked, wet body.
Her perfect curves would drive any man crazy, so why could I take it or leave it? Why am I not on my knees, worshiping her pink cunt and making her moan my name?
