Page 14 of Love Him Like Water

Somehow, though, as I got to the door, I knew she would be behind it.

Too quiet and timid to take her shit and walk it down the hall and into her own room.

I didn’t know what to do with small, shy, shrinking women.

I’d surrounded myself with a lot of loud, confident, brash, demanding, and unintimidated women.

Having one around who looked like she might faint if I looked at her wrong was going to take some fucking getting used to.

But with her sitting there off the end of the bed, all soft and sweet in her ultra fucking feminine get-up, I wondered if maybe I could get used to all that sweet and shy and soft.

“Been waiting for me, mouse?” I asked, stepping out of my shoes as I locked the door behind me.

I walked across the room, stopping in front of her to slide the strap of her nightie back up her shoulder, feeling a little shiver move through her at the touch.

Yeah, I decided, feeling my cock start to harden.

Maybe I wouldn’t mind having a wife around at all.

CHAPTER FIVE

Lore

I felt like he sucked all the air out of the room as he moved into it.

Or maybe I was just holding my breath?

I didn’t know.

My mind was in a million places at once as my body warmed at the look in his eyes as he stepped closer, as his hand lifted, then his fingertip teased over my bare skin, moving my strap back into place.

He didn’t touch me again, but I swear my skin felt singed as I watched him move over toward the closet, going halfway inside, and flicking on the light.

Then I watched, too transfixed to feel shy, as he reached for his belt, working it loose with deft fingers, then whipping it out of the loops with a whooshing sound that had no right to make a little shiver move through me, but did regardless.

I knew I needed to look away, that it was wrong to watch him when he was doing something as mundane and private as undressing for bed.

But I couldn’t look away from his strong, scarred fingers as they moved up his stomach and chest, popping the buttons through the holes, and exposing a little sliver of tanned flesh as he went.

My belly tightened as, in one swift motion, he shucked off the shirt, bunched it up in his hands, then tossed it toward the hamper.

My pulse quickened as I shifted uncomfortably, the tingle of desire growing in my core as I watched.

Seeing the motion, or maybe just aware of my inspection, Renzo turned to fully face me, his handsome face unreadable, but his eyes seemed even darker than usual as his hands lifted.

My eyes were helpless but to follow the movement as they went to his waistband, then worked the button, then the zipper free.

My chest seemed to be rising and falling too quickly as his hands pushed the slacks down his legs, leaving him suddenly standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. They were doing nothing to hide the proof of his own growing desire.

A jolt of unease filled me, mingling with the desire, creating a confusing concoction, as I imagined the full length of him trying to fit inside me.

This was the moment, right? Where I should say something to him. That this was new, that it was my first time?

But the words died on my tongue as he moved toward me, his abdominal muscles tensing with each step, and I had to curl my hand into a fist to keep from reaching out, from touching him.

“Like what you see, mouse?” he asked, his voice a rumbling sound that moved through my chest, then traveled lower, until it seemed as though I could feel it between my thighs. “Let me see more,” he said, and then before I could understand his intention, his hand moved out, working the knot of my robe free, then pushing the material off of my shoulders.

A shiver coursed through me, but it was impossible to tell if it was the chill in the room, or the heat of my desire as his dark gaze moved over me, taking me all in.

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