All because of a protective man with a dark beard and a gaze that makes me feel like I’m coming undone at the seams.
I could go for a swim.
Except Christian watches me when I swim. I know he does, even if he is sitting in the library with the windows open and pretending that he can’t see me.
Tension builds in my core as I think about the way he looked at me that night at the lake.
It was like I was the only person in the world who existed to him at that moment.
I felt wanted.
It was a dangerous feeling and one that I know I could get addicted to way too fast.
Before I know it, I could end up far deeper into this forced marriage with him than I ever planned to be.
I don’t know if I could ever love a man like him, even though I want him.
Except the emotions are there. I can feel them lingering at the back of my mind when I catch him in the kitchen, singing along to songs in Spanish or talking with his sister when she comes over for dinner every other night.
I need to get him out of my system.
As I get up to make sure the door is locked, my heart is racing.
I keep thinking about the way his tongue felt as he teased my clit until I came. Heat pools between my legs as I make my way to the ensuite bathroom.
The bathtub fills with steaming water.
I groan as I slide down into the water, feeling some of the tension ease from my muscles.
I close my eyes, imagining Christian hovering over me.
I picture his hands running over my body as I trace patterns on my skin. I can still feel his lips on my neck like that night at the bar.
My fingers dip between my legs, circling my clit as I arch my back.
I try to stifle a moan, thinking of the way Christian’s fingers felt when he plunged them inside of me.
All I can think about is how it would feel for him to tease me again. To feel his fingers rocking inside my pussy while he licks my clit.
I tease my nipples with my other hand, rolling them until they’re stiffened peaks.
My pussy pulses as I circle my clit faster.
I push two fingers into my pussy, moaning as I ride my hand.
When I move back to my clit, I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
“Christian,” I breathe as I come.
As I lean back against the tub, coming down from the high, I know I’m playing a dangerous game.
It starts with being attracted to Christian and ends with being in over my head.
I take another moment to relax before getting up and getting in the shower.
I take my time letting the steam permeate the room while I scrub the memory of Christian’s hands from my skin.
By the time I finish and get dressed, I’ve almost forgotten about the way his body feels against mine. Almost.