His chin lifts, eyes squeezed shut, and with a satisfied moan, he exhales the word that stops my heart. “Blake…”
He said my name.
I’m gasping through parted lips, and his head turns. His eyes lock with mine, and I’m a deer in headlights. I can’t move as he straightens and turns to face me, water running down the lines of muscle in his torso, his cock long and thick between his legs.
Blinking out of my daze, I spin on my toes and walk fast to the door. I’ve just reached it when his palm flattens against the wood, slamming it closed, caging me with my back to the door, facing him.
“What are you doing in here?” His voice is low and husky.
My gaze is downcast, noticing the towel loose around his waist, the lines in his stomach disappearing into it, the bulge in the center. Water drips from his hair onto my cheeks, and he catches my chin, forcing me to meet his stormy green eyes.
“I’m sorry…” My voice is breathless.
We’re both breathing fast, and without a warning, his mouth crashes against mine, soft lips forcing mine apart, and fresh water fills my mouth as our tongues curl together.
I exhale a whimper, kissing him back, gripping his broad shoulders as his hand slides up my bare thigh, lifting my leg to his waist. Pressing his hips against me, I can feel the hardness of his erection through the towel, through my thin cotton shorts, and my knees liquify. I want it…
Wait, what am I doing?
His face lifts, breaking our kiss with a wet gasp, and I stagger back, opening the door and dashing through it, running all the way to my bedroom in the darkness.
5
Hutch
When she left the dining room after dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about us and our history.
She’s too beautiful.
She’s spoiled and entitled.
She’s pretty and pretty wild, and don’t forget she’s five years younger than me. A party girl, which I do not find attractive.
Only it’s a lie, I do find her attractive.
She’s on my mind too much, and now she’s in my house, which is a major irritant.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her undressing one short flight of stairs above me. I couldn’t stop picturing her sliding those pants over her curvy hips–was she wearing a thong? Nothing at all? Removing her shirt and her bra, were her nipples hard?
I needed to regain my focus on finding my lost friend. Instead, I was standing in my bedroom with a hard-on. Since when was I that guy?
Rubbing my hand along the back of my neck, I knew the answer. I’d been that guy since we were teenagers, and I saw her in that bikini at the lake, gazing at me like she'd never seen a man before.
At eighteen, I was no stranger to female attention. I knew the effect I had on women, but it had never been an issue for me. I was focused on my goals: going to college, becoming a Marine, getting my private investigator’s license.
That day, for whatever reason, her wide-eyed gaze full of hunger and lust unearthed something primal in me. I turned away fast, surprised and a lot shaken. How could a girl her age make me feel desire? It had never happened before.
I jumped in the lake and swam away.
Hell, I stayed far away until I could clear my head, until she was gone.
Fast forward three years, and she’d only grown more attractive. Sixteen was still too young, and she was a fucking temptress. She clutched me with hungry eyes in that dim-lit hallway.
Desire painted her cheeks pink, and her nipples pointed beneath the thin material of her black and white dress.
When her pillow lips parted, my dick grew hard, and I had a searing fantasy of her on her knees… It made me fucking furious. It would ruin everything.
I’d done my best to avoid her, but her father had died. Hugh asked me for a favor, again, and I was curious. I wanted to know if she still had that strange power over me. Short answer, she did, and when that asshole Victor opened the door and looked at her like a shark on blood, he’s lucky I didn’t grab him by the neck.
I knew I had to stay away from her, but I wasn’t about to leave her there for some other guy to touch. I was a bastard, but I did what I did. I had her mother send her to the nuns.
Now she’s in my house, and it’s all still here. My possessiveness is primitive and demanding.
Why would Hugh do this to me? And where the fuck is he?
Stripping off my clothes, I needed to shower, to get this tightness off my skin, this arousal out of my dick.
Standing under the warm water, I closed my eyes and saw her again looking up at me with silver eyes, curious but restrained. My hand slid down to grasp my cock, and I remembered her breasts pressed to my chest.
I’ve never tasted her full, pink lips. I’d like to taste all of her, turn her around and slide my cock deep into her hot, luscious body.
Picturing her dark head pressed against my shoulder as my hands explored all of her, the heat between her thighs, her wetness, the soft swell of her full breasts, her hardened nipples. How would she sound when I made her come?
My hand moved faster, pumping my erection as orgasm raced up my inner thighs, climbing higher into my balls, tightening my muscles. Energy surged through my veins, blanking my mind as I dropped my head back and exploded, exhaling her name with a groan.
I slid my hand from base to tip while warm jets washed the evidence of my lust down the drain, as my orgasm subsided. I had my release, but it wasn’t the same.
It will never be the same as sinking into her tight, wet core, having her on my lap or taking her from behind. Is it even a possibility?
Blinking my eyes open, I catch a glimpse of a dark figure in my peripheral, and I turn my head. She’s standing in my bathroom in tiny shorts that show off her shapely legs, a black tank top that barely covers her round breasts, and her hair is up in a ponytail.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing fast. It’s like that day so long ago when we had our first look at each other. Forbidden fruit.
“I’m sorry!” Her voice is high, and she spins around, walking away quickly.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I can’t let her go. I grab the towel, tying it around my waist and stopping her before she escapes my room.
“What are you doing here?” Even I can hear the raw craving in my voice.
She won’t meet my eyes, but she’s flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her soft lips part, and I do the most out of character thing. I let go.
Leaning down, I cover her mouth with mine, forcing her lips apart as my tongue invades to find hers. A whimper scrapes from her throat, and I’m instantly hard again. She grips my shoulders, kissing me back, curling her tongue with mine, and I reach down to lift her soft thigh, wrapping it over my hip. I want to sink my cock inside her. Would she let me?
Breaking away, I meet her heated gaze. She’s gorgeous with her lips swollen and pink from my kisses, her breasts flattened against my chest. Her expression is hungry, but instead of reaching for more, she pulls away from me.
I release her at once, and she hurries out the door, leaving me dripping wet in a towel, watching her calves flex as she climbs the stairs in her bare feet, not looking back.
Closing the door, I rest my head against it, horny and frustrated and pissed at myself. What have I done? I’m supposed to be protecting her, not trying to fuck her.