His sexy pace slowed a little and confusion pulled his eyebrows together.
It forced me to continue. “I haven’t had sex in a long time. You don’t want to get within striking distance of me.”
God, his amused grin made my bones melt. “Like you’re dangerous, Erika.”
Hearing my name in his seductive voice made all the moisture in my body rush to the center of my legs. I meant for it to sound sultry, but I faltered. “Just thinking about what I want to do to you is dangerous.”
He closed both hands around himself, and I couldn’t tell if it was to give himself more pleasure or to hold it back. “Fuck. Tell me about it.”
Instead, I sucked in a breath, slipped my fingertip beneath the sides of my bikini bottom, and began to inch it down.
His handsome face filled with eagerness, and his hands stroked faster as I let the swimsuit fall away. It revealed the carefully manicured strip just above the juncture of my legs, and his gaze zeroed in on it.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “You like this, huh? Watching me?”
He could see how turned on I was and warmth flooded across my cheeks. “I do.”
The hurried sound of skin sliding against skin filled every inch of the room, and his rising tempo made anticipation mount inside me. The expanse of Troy’s gorgeous chest heaved with labored breaths as he closed in on his orgasm, and the sexual charge of it raced in my bloodstream.
I tensed my jaw to hold back a moan.
His thirsty gaze swept over me from my forehead to the tips of my toes as I stepped out of my swimsuit bottoms, and when his gaze returned to meet mine, the longing in it was so acute, it locked us together. We both wanted him to touch me, and we each had only a fingertip’s grip on our control to prevent that from happening.
We stood across from each other, stark fucking naked, breathing in the heat and the sex that filled the room, and it was like a fire raging only inches from a barrel of gasoline. If we came any closer, it’d trigger a powerful mistake.
It came from him in a desperate rush as he heaved his fists over his cock. “You could play with your pussy. I don’t have to be the only one getting off.”
He was right.
“You want to watch?” I asked.
It was like I’d asked him if I could give him a million dollars. “Fuck, yeah.”
My hand drifted provocatively across my leg, slowly moving to its target, and when my fingertips landed on my clit, Troy’s lips parted and released a moan. It was absolutely the hottest thing I’d ever heard. And it gave me the courage to really touch myself.
I’d masturbated plenty of times before with Clark in the room, but that was usually when I’d laid beside him in bed after sex, working to get my own orgasm. In the beginning, he’d tried to assist, but it was clear I was more efficient at doing it, so a few years into our marriage, he’d given up being involved. Most times, he’d fallen asleep before I’d finished.
Clark had never asked me to touch myself, and he’d never shown any interest in watching me do it either.
So, it made my head spin that Troy was into it.
He was so into it.
We were both panting as my fingers rubbed quick circles over my swollen clit, causing sparks of pleasure to spiderweb across my skin. Oh, my God, it wasn’t going to take me long, not when this gorgeous fucking man was putting on a show and staring at me with so much hunger he was downright ravenous.
His hips moved, making him slide through his clenched fingers, and I reached out with my other hand to support myself on the nearby shelf. It was getting difficult to stand as the orgasm built inside me. Tremors vibrated up my legs, and I hurried my fingers to match his furious pace.
“I want those,” he said, between struggling breaths, “to be my fingers.”
Lightning zipped through me, short-circuiting my brain. I nodded toward his waist. “And I wish those were my hands.”
A long, deep exhale of satisfaction came from him, and something suspiciously like a growl rose from his throat. It was primal and animalistic, and the hardwired woman in me responded.
“Oh,” I gasped. “You’re going to make me . . .”
He groaned with pleasure. “Watching you come,” he said, “is going to make me come.”
I tensed my grip on the shelf until my fingers ached, but I didn’t slow my other hand down. I moved so quickly, it was probably a blur to Troy, but then again, he was the same. This beautiful boy, wrapped in muscle and freckled, tan skin, jerking himself off so hard and fast, would have stolen my breath if I had any left.
My vision narrowed in on him as my climax took me. It pulled me into a tight ball and then flung my pleasure out through my limbs, making me shake and flinch with each wave. I cried out, and it was the signal he needed, because then he was the one with the swelling moans and the loud groan as he came undone.
The movement of his hips was jerky and erratic. His hands clamped down over the tip of his dick, trapping his release, but it meant the rest of him was uncovered, and I watched in fascination as the rhythmic pulses throbbed through the length of him.
My hand dropped away from the center of my legs, my body still tingling from the bliss, and when I straightened away from the shelf, it creaked quietly. It took me longer to catch my breath than for him, but Troy remained like a statue with his hands cupped over himself.
I nearly smiled. Was he . . . trying to be polite? Worried about dripping semen on my unfinished floor?
“That was insane,” he said abruptly.
My amusement died as a chill descended on me. Or perhaps it was reality. What we’d just done was insane, and guilt filled every cell in my body. He was Jenna’s son, for Chrissake. I shifted my gaze away. “Yeah.”
“I meant, insanely hot.”
Relief sparked, and my attention flew back to him. “Oh.”
His voice was rich, and his expression was stripped bare of bravado. It was honest and hopeful. “Wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
He nodded as if he’d said the word “good” out loud, and then swung his gaze from me toward the open door to the bathroom.
I didn’t watch as he marched toward it and disappeared inside. Instead, I retrieved my swimsuit bottoms and yanked them on. The sound of water ran from the faucet in the bathroom while I grabbed my dress, and I tried not to think about why he was in there washing his hands.
With him out of sight, the sex dissipated from the room and cleared most of the fog from my mind.
Oh, God.
What had I done?
I tugged my dress on so quickly, threads ripped. It was just barely in place when the water stopped, and Troy emerged from the bathroom. Still naked and devastating, and it was even worse when he put his hands on his waist and shot me a mock disapproving look.
“You got dressed fast.”
It was odd how he was so confident without a stitch of clothing on, but then again, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, he was probably proud. Besides his sculpted body, his impressive erection had flagged some, but remained. Even though he’d reached satisfaction, his dick was broadcasting it was up for an encore.
Holy shit, I had to get out of this room.
The window of me maintaining my self-control was rapidly closing, and I could not sleep with him. He was a guy, and in my experience, it wasn’t hard to convince them to hop into bed. Every signal Troy had given me made me confident he’d say yes if I asked.