I let the shirt fall to the floor.
I felt more than saw his gaze memorizing me.
He bit his lip in frustration. But the monster didn’t move closer. His control was perfect.
Leaning against the window, shivering from the effect this man had on me more so than the cold, I drew the tips of my fingers down my body. I ached. There was no denying it.
The distance, the shadows, made me bold.
I touched myself, hissing against the feel of my fingers sliding between my legs. In my mind, I let myself believe it was him. I wanted it to be him more than any good sense to stay away. Even a car chase and a gunfight weren’t bad enough to put a stop to this forbidden attraction.
There was no shutting the curtain, no closing him out. I moaned.
What he’d done that night—even in the days before—marked me with his focus. He made me begin to believe him with his attention. Which made me notice. It was now a battle between the little voice in my head that said he was different and the past I knew all too well. But there was no denying my feelings, even if my trust was fragile. I felt like as long as I was here, even when he wasn’t around, he was stillhere.Gone, but not gone. Always in my mind.
The fact that he watched me said he was thinking about me too.
If I was going to leave this madhouse, it had to be soon, before the insanity swept me away and I gave into the magnetic pull to this man.
But that was tomorrow’s problem.
Tonight, he wanted to watch, and I was going to let him.
My inner muscles clenched with anticipation. I was breathing hard, sliding my hands back and forth over my pussy.
Nico remained rigid. A pillar made of stone, standing guard in the night.
I leaned my shoulder against the window frame and reached with my other hand to squeeze my breast. The nipple ached with the need to feel his mouth again.
Remembering his mouth made me wetter than I realized. Would it be so bad if I crossed the line I was desperately trying to draw in the metaphorical sand between us? Bracing my foot on the sill, I pushed my fingers as far as they would go.
It was a poor comparison to his cock.
That gorgeous, thick rod of iron.
I squeezed around my touch, letting my other hand dip between my legs to circle my clit. Memory mixed with fantasy, and I clung to the idea of him. It made me gasp and grind into my hands.
Damn me, but I wanted to stroke and kiss, touch and feel every inch of his body, while he claimed mine in return. Pleasure built, until finally the release was in my grasp.
I flexed my hips. The monster’s name was a prayer on my lips. With another moan, I gave myself up to the release.
It took me high, and as I fell, I cracked my skull against the window.
The loud sound helped banish some of the haze.
“Good night! I must’ve lost my ever-lovin’ mind!” I hissed. My insides convulsed in the aftershock, sated—but only temporarily.
I looked out to the source of this madness.
Nico was so still that it almost seemed as though he wasn’t there. I couldn’t tell. Snatching the shirt off the floor, I threw it on the bed as if it burned me. I wrapped myself in the blanket, grabbed my phone, and shot off a text.
He responded a heartbeat later.
Unknown:I saw. Everything.
I sank onto the bed, unable to look out the window. I might have been a flirty girl, enjoying my partners, but I was always in a relationship when I got intimate. The thing between Nico and I was definitelynota relationship.
I’m turning into my mom.
