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I stepped back when she gripped the hem of the shirt to lift it higher so I could see where she was bare and ready for me.
“Kieran.”
I forced my stare to hers, my teeth clenching when she lifted her chin and pointed to her eyes.
“Watch here.”
Her mouth opened as a stuttered exhale fell from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. And even though I forced myself to watch nothing but her eyes, I could see the way her body bowed forward before falling gently against the wall again.
My body was strung so tight I was shaking from the effort it took to stay there. To not look down. To not take her.
Dark, heated eyes met mine again. Her expression lit with amusement, but there wasn’t a hint of her darkness.
She was enjoying this.
I wanted her to. I wanted her to learn to enjoy this.
And I wanted her to enjoy thinking she could torture me before I had her screaming my name later.
I removed my shirt and kicked off my shoes, owning the pride that surged through me when her eyes widened as they raked over my body.
When she looked at me again, her expression was open. Inviting. Challenging.
I took a step forward, forcing myself to take my time studying her body. The need in her eyes. The natural pout of her full lips. The way her chest rose and fell unevenly. The way her hips moved in the faintest rocking motion on the dresser.
And down.
She sat there, legs wide and fingers spreading herself. The fingers of her free hand circled her clit and dropped to her entrance—once . . . twice—then traveled slowly to her clit to circle teasingly.
I was so damn hard I was going to get off just watching her.
I dropped my running shorts and gripped my throbbing dick in my hand, pumping in time with what she was doing to herself. Her teeth tortured her bottom lip as her fingers moved faster and faster, her legs moving restlessly as her excited stare bounced from my face to what my hand was doing.
I stepped up so my legs were pressed to the dresser and nearly came when I brushed against her.
“Please,” she whispered, a shudder rolling through her body. “Oh God, please.”
I leaned forward to press my hand to the wall, clenching my jaw to keep the darkness away as the tip of my cock brushed against her again and again.
As soon as her body began vibrating and her mouth fell open with a muted cry, I pumped harder and faster until I found my own release, spilling my cum where she was spreading herself for me.
Her body was trembling, her chest moving roughly as she watched me. Her eyes were hooded, but worry swiftly sparked in them.
“Move,” she whispered through her rough breaths. Her tone both gentle and commanding.
When nothing happened, she gripped my shaking hand and tried to move it away from the wall. It didn’t budge. With a lazy nod, she closed her legs and turned on the dresser until she was facing the wall.
Nearly thirty seconds passed before I sucked in a shuddering breath and wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me.
It’d taken Lily years to know what I needed. Years of me forcing her to turn around before she’d started doing it on her own. And even then, she’d fought it because she hadn’t understood. She’d wondered why I wouldn’t give her what she needed when it was something that could’ve killed her.
And Jessica knew.
In just over a week.
I pulled Jessica off the dresser, keeping her in my arms as I strode to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I murmured against her head once I had her standing on her own feet. My arms wrapped possessively around her. The harsh spray beating down on me.
