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“You're beautiful when you blush,” he whispered. Our eyes locked, he slowly inched forward, his eyes running between my eyes and lips. His hand planted on my cheek, he pulled me forward and grazed my lips.
My lips were on fire, and I pulled away.
“It's nothing. I'm not thinking about anything.” I jumped up from the couch to take the ice pack to the kitchen. I had to get away from him, I was throbbing. “I think I'm going to turn in,” I said from the kitchen.
He got up, bringing the bowl and mugs into the kitchen. I couldn't help checking him out again, this time noticing the little spray of hair that ran from his belly button down to the outline of his semi-hard cock in his sweats.
“You sure you're okay?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face.
“Yep, I'm good. It's all good.”
I watched as he turned and headed down the hall to his room. Then I grabbed the ice pack out of the sink and placed it on the back of my neck. I needed to cool down. I got a cold drink of water and stood in the kitchen, letting the room stop spinning.
Chapter Eighteen
Brody
Ilaid in bed, staringat the ceiling, slowly stroking my cock. I was hard as a fucking rock and had been since I had crawled into bed. When I caught her checking me out, I would have paid to hear the thoughts running through that beautiful head of hers. Although I could guess from the light blush that flushed her cheeks exactly what her thoughts had been. I ran my hand up my shaft, precum dripping at the thoughts running through my head. My thoughts so vivid, I could almost see her lying between my legs while her mouth devoured my cock.
I froze as soft light spilled out into the hallway. I watched from the darkness, my hand not moving as she tiptoed by my room, carrying her laptop. I frowned and checked the clock. We had gone to bed almost two hours ago. Why was she still awake?
I squeezed my thick cock, waiting for the throbbing to subside—I was so close and needed to fucking cum. I decided to wait for a bit instead of getting up right away, just in case she was only plugging her computer in, but after ten minutes, I got up, threw on my sweats, and headed out to the main part of the house. I was still worked up, but I wanted to make sure she was okay. I stopped at the end of the hallway, and what I saw before me didn't help matters. I decided to stay tucked away in the safety of the darkness and watched her for a bit. She had only turned on a couple of pot lights in the kitchen. She sat at the breakfast bar on one of the stools, somewhat facing me, wearing a short, pink and black silk bathrobe, bathed in the light from her laptop. As my eyes washed over her body, she reached down and undid the tie on her robe, letting it hang open.
I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I wasn't in the middle of a dream. She was naked underneath. She raised her arms over her head, giving a full stretch, her breasts on display. My mouth watered at the sight. I could feel my cock stiffen again, not that it had had much of a chance to go down much.
I stood there, keeping quiet, watching as she started to type on the keyboard, a sense of peace coming over her face, one I had seen many times. She would type for a bit, stop and place her finger over her lips as she thought about what to type next. Then she laughed to herself and continued to type. I could feel a sneeze coming on and rubbed at my nose to stop it. She stood up and walked over to the fire and threw a couple logs in, turning to face in my direction. Again, I couldn't help checking her out. She went and sat back down, immersing herself back in her book when suddenly, I sneezed. She jumped, looking over in the direction where I was hiding in the dark and scrambled to pull her robe closed. My show had been ruined, betrayed by a dam sneeze. I might as well head out there, she was going to know I was up, anyway. I stepped out of the shadows and walked into the kitchen.
“I hope I didn't wake you,” she simply said.
I felt like I was thirteen again, I was so hard. I wasn't embarrassed as her eyes flew to my hardened cock, instead I loved her reaction. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks went pink as her eyes trailed back up my body, finally meeting my eyes before she glanced back to her screen.
“Nope, just needed a drink.” I got some water and took a drink, then I walked up behind her. “What are you working on?” I asked, leaning my hands on the counter, one on each side of her, blocking her in. I didn't want her to run from me this time.
She immediately went to shut the laptop, but I stopped her, grabbing her hands and holding them down underneath mine.
“It's nothing, Brody.” She swallowed hard. “Really.”
“I'm sure it's not nothing, let me read it,” I whispered as I started reading what she had written on the screen. She was in the middle of a sex scene, and damn, I'd be lying if I said her words didn't make me harder than I already was.
As I read more of her words and saw my name on her screen, I slowly released my grip on her hands. Her hands shook as they went back to the keys on the keyboard.
“I'm just having a hard time with this scene.” She swallowed hard again, her voice barely audible.
“Care to talk about it?” I asked, resting my hands on her shoulders and gently massaging them.
“I don't think you’re going to want to help me write a sex scene, Brody.” Her voice was so restricted, her body stiffening under my touch.
My hands went from her shoulders down her back, massaging gently. “You seem tense, Cass,” I said as I continued to rub her back.
“I'm okay.” She jumped off the stool and walked to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water.
I needed to take her, the sexual tension in this room was killing me and her, I know it was. We'd been dancing around one another like a couple of high school kids for the past couple of weeks now. I walked over to where she was and slowly wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back, so she was resting against my chest.
“I don't know, it may be fun to try to help you write one. I mean, I've never done it before, but I have some ideas.” I pulled her hair away from her neck and studied her creamy flesh.
She ran her hand over my forearm and down to my hand, resting hers on mine. I watched as her chest rose and fell in fast, short breaths.
“Funny, this is exactly the way my characters are standing in the scene I’m writing,” she managed to choke out.
