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“What?” I whisper.
“Get in here and touch yourself.”
CHAPTER 29
ARCHER
My cock throbsin my grip as I wait for Winnie to make a decision. She’s constantly surprising me, so I truly don’t know if she’ll step in the shower with me or if she’ll run.
I don’t know which I’d rather see her do. I want to watch her touch herself as much as I want my next breath, but I’m a man with only so much restraint. If I see her fingers play with her clit, will I be able to watch without touching? Is it best not to play with fire and for her to leave me to finish alone?
I stroke up and down, lost in the way she hungrily stares at my cock. She stares at it like she’s starved and the only thing that will cure her hunger is getting a taste of me. My eyes shut for a moment with the vision of her on her knees for me, her mouth opening wide as I push my cock between her lips.
“I’m waiting,” I growl, my patience wearing thin.
I want to open the door and pull her in, but if I get to feel the smallest part of her skin, I know I won’t stop. Before I finally touch her and have my way with her, I want to break down her defenses until she admits she trusts me.
The world has given us every reason not to trust each other, yet I’m all too aware that she has my trust. I trust her far more than I trust any other person, and that fact alone is very, very dangerous.
At the moment, I don’t care.All I want is for her to step into the stream of water with me, to give in to the burning tension between the two of us.
“I can’t,” she says. I barely hear her over the water.
My hand doesn’t stop on my cock. If anything, it speeds up. I’m turned on by the way she stares at my cock so greedily. I know she wants to step in here. I know she even wants to touch it—maybe even suck it. But she’s still trying to do the sensible thing and leave before we continue down a path we shouldn’t travel.
“I know you want to touch yourself,” I begin, my eyes flicking to where she grips the fabric of her skirt as if her life depends on it. She’s clutching it so tight that her fingers have turned white.
She takes another step closer. “We shouldn’t…”
“We don’t have to touch each other.” I say the words as a formality. Even if we don’t touch, this interaction is still dangerous. I just simply don’t give a fuck. How could I when she’s staring at my dick like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen?
“Okay…” she finally whispers. Her tongue pops out to lick her lips, and it shreds the last bit of resolve I have. I toss open the shower door and pull her in here with me.
She yelps, stumbling into the stream of water fully clothed. “Archer!” She tries to step out of the running water, but the setup of the shower doesn’t really give her any chance to stay dry. Water pours from one head at the top and two on the sides.
I drop her hand, telling myself I’ll keep good on my promise to not touch her now that she’s in here with me.
I’m having to force myself to have some self-control. She’ssoclose. Close enough that if she reached out, her little hand could easily grip my cock.
I take a step back, putting a little bit of distance between us but also giving myself a better view of her. The corner of my lip lifts. “You’re not even naked yet, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
She looks down as if she needs to see the proof of my words herself. “You were already hard,” she states.
“Because I was thinking of you. I had to go for a run after our conversation earlier.” I stroke up and down, circling my head as she watches my movements like she’s trying to memorize everything I do to get myself off. “I was so tense after thinking of sharing a bed with you. Even the run didn’t help. I thought I’d ease it alone in here, but…” I smile when she rubs her thighs together, as if my words alone are turning her on. “Then you showed up.”
“I was coming to apologize.”
“You can apologize by fingering yourself, baby.”
Her shirt is soaking wet, making it cling to her body so perfectly it shows off all of her. The light pink fabric does nothing to hide the outline of her champagne-colored bra underneath.
And then there’s her perfect, peaked nipples. They fight against the fabric of her bra and shirt, just begging to be nipped and sucked on by me. Fuck, I want to run my tongue along them and find out what sounds she’ll make if I let my teeth graze the underside of her breast.
The only reason I keep my feet planted where they are is because she bends at the waist, pulling the fabric of her skirt down her thighs. My cock pulses in my hand at the sight of her in a thong that matches her bra and a pair of stockings. She goes to pull the stockings down, but I shake my head.
“No. Keep those on.”
She looks up, a slight smile on her lips. I love that she keeps eye contact the entire time as she unbuttons her blouse. It falls to the ground at her feet. She kicks the skirt and blouse out of her way, shoving them in the corner.
