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Fuck it, I should just go back to his house.
My eyes fly open when I hear what sounds like the bathroom door closing. Jolting, I fall back against the tile.
Casper stands with his back against the door, watching me like I’m his dinner.
My heart thumps wildly in my chest, and I’m not sure if it’s from shock or lust.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
His answer comes in the form of a strip show. His T-shirt is pulled over his head and discarded on the floor. He pushes down his jeans to reveal no underwear, then kicks them off, never taking his eyes off mine.
“Continue,” he orders.
I can do nothing but watch and try to slow my heartrate down so I don’t faint and miss this.
“W-what?” I splutter.
“Your hand. Put it back on your stomach and continue.”
“Casper…”
“Touch yourself,” he says, stepping into the double shower. His eyes are molten lava—lips parted and breaths sharp.
“Do it for me. It was you I was thinking about,” I tell him.
Groaning, he pulls me into his arms. We’re dripping wet from the shower. His erection presses against my stomach.
“I thought I could let you go, but I’m nowhere near done with you. I don’t think I ever will be.”
God. Damn.
I try to talk, but he’s done that overwhelming me thing again, and I can’t form words. Nothing is working. I’m just a puddle of lust.
“Cat got your tongue, Ains? You’re usually more talkative than this.”
I can’t think of a single thing to say.
Form a sentence, for fuck’s sake.
“I can’t… I want you so badly, I can’t think straight. It’s too much, Casper. I can’t get enough.”
Chuckling, he moves closer, and the water cascades down his body. I watch drops run between the muscle on his chest, and I drool.
Why have I never reallyseenhim until recently?
“Why do you think I’m here? I couldn’t even last five minutes. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you… to see you and not be able to touch you.” He curls his arm around my back and pulls me flush against his chest so there’s not a millimetre between us. “It’s been torture, sweetheart.”
Water hits my face. It could be acid and I still wouldn’t care.
“How are you so perfect one minute, then such an arsehole the next?”
He presses his forehead against mine. I watch the water running down his nose. “You.”
“I do that?”
“Every second of every day, you drive me crazy. You’re in my every thought, all the time, and it pisses me off so much. I try to be rational and keep a straight head around you. I never stood a chance.”
I swallow hard and curl my hands around his back, holding him as tightly as he’s holding me. “You should work on that.”
