A creak sounds beyond the shower curtain. I freeze, eyes snapping open.
“Scott?”
The curtain shifts, and he’s there, towering, shirtless, his jeans riding low on his hips, those tattoos cutting down his muscled chest.
Holy mother.
He doesn’t speak right away, he just stands there, his eyes dark as they rake over me. The steam from the shower clings to his skin, making him look like some kind of rugged god. His gaze drops to my breasts, then lower, lingering on the curve of my hips and thighs.
I should probably cover myself, maybe even be embarrassed. But I’m not. Not with him.
Finally, he speaks. “This is what I wanted, Bree. Not a meal. Not clothes. Just this.” His eyes burn into mine. “You. Touching yourself. Letting me watch.”
My mouth goes dry. “Holy hell that’s hot.”
“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I can’t deny the rush of arousal his words spark. My hand trails lower, between my thighs, fingers finding the slick heat already there.
I don’t look away. Neither does he.
I circle my clit slowly, my breath hitching as his eyes darken further. His jaw is tight, his hands clenched at his sides like he’s barely holding himself back.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
The tension crackles between us, I’m already close, just from his gaze, from the low rumble of his voice.
“Let me see you come,” he demands, stepping closer. His fingers brush my cheek, gentle despite the roughness in his tone. “Then I’ll take you to bed and finish what we started.”
That’s all it takes. I shatter, gasping his name as pleasure crashes over me.
Scott catches me before my legs give out, holding me up under the hot spray. His lips brush my forehead, then my temple, and I know—casual or not—this man is about to ruin me in the best possible way.
Chapter 19: Scott
Jesus Christ.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Water trails down her curves, sliding over her full breasts, the soft swell of her stomach, and down to where her hand is moving between her thighs, just like I asked her to.
No, told her to.
And she listened. She spread those perfect legs a little wider at my command, showing me everything and giving herself to me.
I’m so hard I’m lightheaded. My dick is throbbing, pressed painfully against my jeans, and all I can think about is being buried inside her.
Still, I let myself watch.
Her fingers slide over her slick folds, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. Her lips are parted, her eyes locked onto mine, half shy, half fucking defiant.
That little mix of sweet and wild is going to end me.
I lean against the doorframe, trying to keep my shit together, but my voice is rough when I speak. “Wider, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
She does it. She spreads her thighs a little more, exposing her perfect, wet pussy, glistening just for me. Then she crashes, her orgasm hitting her hard.
Fuck.
