Page 66 of Violent Little Thing

I faced the showerhead, letting the water hit me straight in the face.

Only when I was tired of holding my breath did I turn and grab the shampoo, making quick work of washing my hair. Soap followed, and only as I was washing my dick did I see movement on the bed that I had thought was empty.

Charleigh, who’d been in a ball up near the pillows, sat up and stared at me in all my naked glory.

Her shirt—one of mine—hung off one shoulder as she stared at me unabashedly.

We both froze, then she made the “continue” motion with her finger.

I don’t know why I did it, but I gave her what she wanted.

I washed the front side of my body all over again, giving her the show that she obviously wanted.

When I got to my cock again, she watched with excitement clear in her face as her chest started moving faster and faster.

She was excited.

I was excited, too.

There was no way she could miss it.

Charleigh

I woke up from a dead sleep and got a face full of the nicest ass I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.

At first, it was only a sliver. Just the smallest bit of skin.

Then I got more and more and more until there was nothing but smooth, bronze skin.

There wasn’t a bit of Court’s skin that wasn’t tanned. There were also no tan lines, letting me know that either he was always this bronzed, or he tanned naked.

I figured he was always bronze.

There was no way in hell that he knew I was in here, despite the fact that he said I could sleep in here…

But no, seriously, Court was careful.

He would’ve remembered that he’d told me that I could sleep in his room.

He probably looked for me and didn’t see me.

I did sleep in a ball, and usually did it curled up around the pillows.

Plus, Court had six thousand of the suckers. I’d tossed half of them to the floor and used the other half to bury myself against.

Yeah, he totally didn’t see me.

Especially when the clothes hit the floor, and the light flicked on in the bathroom, giving me an unencumbered view of…everything.

Logically, I knew the man was fit.

He’d been a professional soccer player, and ate like he still was.

He was active as hell, and the man’s body showed his dedication.

Hard lines, tanned skin, muscles…yum.

Also, I was going to hell for looking, but I couldn’t help it.