I gasp when I realize his T-shirt has ridden up, exposing my pussy. I can’t even tug it down because I don’t have a free hand. He’s holding my good one.
“Honey, I’ve already seen every inch of you, remember?”
“Yeah, but…” I slide off the edge of the bed quickly, letting the shirt fall over my ass. Sheesh.
He chuckles as he guides me into the bathroom and over to the separate toilet room.
And into that tiny room.
When he doesn’t release me, I tug my hand free and shove at him. “Out. I draw the line at you watching me pee, Blade.”
He narrows his gaze, but he does back out of the small enclosure. I flip on the light, shut the door, and lock it for good measure. I can see the shadow of his feet under the door. Why am I not surprised?
I can’t pee with him standing so close that he can hear me. My bladder is shy. “Blade! Move away.”
He finally backs up, but I doubt he goes far. Infuriating, bossy man.
I finally do my business, awkwardly wipe with my non-dominant hand, and flush before opening the door. And nearly run right into Blade’s solid body. “Grrr. Did you time how much came out of me so you could be sure I’m emptying my bladder enough?”
He grabs my shoulders and slowly grins. “It’s not a bad idea. How yellow was it?” he teases.
I roll my eyes. I want to protest, but the truth is I like his overbearing ways. He’s nothing like Pete, as he pointed out earlier. He…cares. He likes me. His bossiness is totally different.
He didn’t drag me up to his apartment and then demand I cook him breakfast and suck his cock. He hasn’t let me lift a finger yet. The man gave me a bath. He kisses me senseless. He’s doted on me hand and foot. He went to my apartment to get my things and called in reinforcements when he found my place had been ransacked.
I will not compare him to my abusive ex.
I step around him and head for the sink to wash my hand. He joins me, standing behind me to reach around and help me soap and wash my fingers. It’s so intimate.
When he’s done, I turn around while he grabs the towel. “I should get dressed. Let me guess, you brought me four short tank tops, no panties, and no pants.”
He snaps his fingers. “Why didn’t I think of that? Darn. Missed opportunity.” He spins around, heads into the bedroom, grabs my duffel, and dumps it on the bed.
I follow him, stunned, as he sorts everything and folds my clothes. “I’ll empty a few drawers for you until we can get you a dresser of your own.”
My heart is racing.
When he glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrow. “What’s wrong? Did I choose the wrong things?” He looks back at the clothes. “It was hard to know what you might prefer. Everything was on the floor. Whoever broke in dumped your drawers out. Spiteful fucker.”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” I mumble. I haven’t even looked at what he brought. I’m too busy looking at him, wondering if he’s real.
“Hey…” He comes to me and pulls me into his arms. He pushes my messy hair from my forehead. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, not wanting to cry. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. There are tears in your eyes.”
“Can you not be so…nice?”
He smiles. “I’m not usually known for being a softie. If you tell the guys, I’ll deny it, but you bring something out in me that’s been dormant for years.”
“Why? Did someone hurt you?”
“No. I just got busy, and time went by, and I never met the right woman. Granted, I didn’t do much looking for her, but it didn’t matter. When I set eyes on you, I knew my lack of searching was over. Maybe I was waiting for you to step into my path, and now you’re here.”
Tears run down my cheeks. “See? Stop that.” I lift my one hand to swipe at them.
“I can’t, Little one. It’s natural.”
