Kady appears in the short doorway, which is tall enough for her, but not made for people over six feet tall. I’ve knocked my head on the wood frame more times than I count, forgetting how old and short the entryways are in Florence.
I avoid her eyes andstand facing themirror, idly combing my hair. I take a stealthy glance out of the corner of my eye and see that her hair is still damp, flowing over her bare shoulders and down her back. Thebuzzedpart of her scalp, that’s normally covered with hair when it’s down, looks downy soft and I catch myself from reaching out and touching it.
Much to my dismay, but probably a safer alternative, she’s changed into some clothes – a pair of shorts with an off-the-shoulder white blouse that cinches at her waist.Her nipples poke against the material clinging to her chest, as if teasing me with their existence.
I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent as she moves toward the sink where I’m inadvertently blocking her way. The grip I have on the edge of the tiled countertop could crush stone, and only digs in harder when Kady’s bare shoulder brushesagainst my side as she leans closer to themirror. I watch as she pulls a tube of make-up out of a small bag and applies mascara. Her mouth opens slightly and her azure eyes go round and wide.
Whether it’s the steamy heat that still lingers from her shower or just the heat of her body, I feel lightheaded. If I don’t get the hell out of here,I can’t be held responsiblefor what I say or do.
Pulling myself together, I back away a step when she stops the wand that’s midway to her eyelashes and turns around to face me, her back pushed up against the countertop.
This posture significantly enhances and magnifies the fullness of her breasts, plumping them out even further. This does nothing to help my cause.
Either does the way her eyes peruse the length of my body, her smile a provocative challenge. There’s little to no room between us and I’m about ready to hyperventilate. A bead of sweat drips down my back, clinging to my skin at the center of my shoulder blades.
“That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she confesses in a smoky voice, an eyebrow quirked in amusement. “You put on quite a show, Gavin. Were you trying to seduce me?”
Ah, shit. Here we go. Couldn’t she just leave it alone? It’s embarrassing enough to be caught red-handed masturbating. And worse to be called out on it.
I stutter. “I-it wasn’t…shit, I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean for you to catch me doing it.”
I make a move to push past her but she juts out her hip to block my exit. If I wanted to, I could easily pick her up and remove her from my path – she weighs maybe a buck twenty. But I’m not thinking too clearly right now.
This girl has me tongue-tied and fighting for oxygen.
Her wink and the way she flicks her tongue across her lower lip throws me further off balance. I notice her nipples have pebbled even tighter, as she crosses her arms to stand stubbornly in my way.
Christ, I’m dying here.
My defenses are at an all-time low, bombarded by the scent of her. She’s so close. It would be so easy to move in…to crowd her, encroach upon her space. To make it as hard for her as she’s making it on me.
She makes it very, very hard. And from the wicked smirk that widens across her mouth, she knows it. Knows she has me by the balls and at her mercy.
I can feel the heat running up my neck, over my jaw and into my cheeks.
“Aw, isn’t that cute? You’re blushing.”
My eyes dart to the mirror and sure enough, my cheeks are blotchy and red, hidden only slightly by the mass of dark stubble covering my jawline.
“You’d be embarrassed too if I caught you touching yourself,” I say with indignation.
Kady cocks her head. “Would I? Are you sure?”
At this point, I can’t recall why I’m still even in the bathroom with her. I should have moved by now, but my feet seem rooted to the tile. As if vines have sinisterly risen from the floor and taken me hostage.
Or maybe it’s the magic of Kady holding me prisoner.
Irritation, embarrassment and a growing untapped sexual need has grabbed hold of me and I feel the tension brewing. But her response has me curious as to her intentions.
Narrowing my eyes, I stare down at her as she drops the mascara tube onto the counter. Turning again to me, she uses the same hand and begins sliding it down the front of her shirt, slowly gliding over her stomach and down to the center seam of her shorts.
The sticky air around us goes still and all the wind is knocked out of me. I’m speechless, enthralled and completely turned on by her seductive moves.
I’ve been with sexually bold women in the past who’ve gotten what they wanted by explicitly showing and telling me what they wanted. Honestly, I like it when a woman vocalizes her desires. In fact, I’d rather be with a girl who knows her mind and her body over someone who has me fumbling around awkwardly trying to figure out what she needs.
Kady is anything but coy or skittish. But rather, is kittenish – part panther, part tigress. And it’s become very clear that I’m her prey.
Words and breath catch in my throat as her hand disappears inside her shorts. I stare in a heated daze watching as her wrist moves up and down, in and out. Her eyes glaze over, her front teeth latch over the edge of her lower lip – the one I want to pull into my mouth and bite.
