Page 31 of Hidden While In Sight

Diego froze.

She pulled in a deep breath before beginning to strip. The strange swimsuit covered so much of her skin. Each revealed inch made Diego’s breath more ragged. Then she was fully bare and he could see it all, those tiny breasts with their enlarged nipples, the slight pooch of her stomach despite her skinniness, her shaved pussy. His eyes took in every facet of her body, and his hands began to shake.

She kicked the discarded swimsuit away instead of folding it neatly. She wasn’t close enough to the camera for him to see those green flecks in her eyes.

One of her hands lifted, the fingers brushing over a nipple, causing it to pucker.

“Diego…” The way she said his name was like it had been once before. Filled with want. With need.

He was helpless against his rapidly hardening cock, but he didn’t reach for it. If Hannah was going to give him a show, there was no way he would glance away for even a second. He’d ache through the whole damn thing and pray that she’d keep saying his name.

Her fingers shifted to the other breast, repeating her caress.

“Diego, please…”

The chair tipped over as he stood, his hands clutching at the desk. Instead of a show, was she issuing an invitation? He had to be wrong. He was interpreting things how he wanted to interpret them.

This was all probably a feverish daydream. He really had gone fucking psychotic. He’d let his obsession with her take over.

Hannah stared into the camera as her hand fell. “Please. Take care of me.”

Diego had never left a house faster.

There was no slowing his pace. There was no skulking or hiding. He slammed into their house like a battering ram, barely managing to shut the door as his naked feet slapped along the wooden floors, announcing his progress even before he jostled the open bedroom door. He stalked closer to her, only stopping when her eyes widened and she lifted a hand in defense.

A sheen of sweat was already rising along his skin from the effort of holding back. If he didn’t touch her soon, he’d lose what was left of his mind.

“Tell me you want this.” He couldn’t soften his tone. The words came out harsh from his desperate lungs. The fabric of his sweatpants, the only clothing he wore, scraped along his nerve endings as he took another step closer, pausing because she flinched.

“W-wait. Please.”

Diego retreated a step as he forced himself to suck air into his lungs. There was fear in her eyes. He forced his own shut, trying to control his body’s shudder. “Fuck, mami. If you want to talk, put on some goddamn clothes!”

Silence followed.

He opened his eyes as his breathing began to slow. Hannah’s eyes were still so wide, but her mouth was parted, and she glanced down at her body. Her hands made an aborted motion to cover herself. “I—” She swallowed to try again. “You—”

He’d put that guilt on her face. He eased back another step, leaning a hip on the doorframe and crossing his arms so he didn’t grab her. “Your body is distracting as hell. I’m a bit crazed, but don’t worry. I’ll be good.” The tightness in his chest eased as he leaned into that truth. “I’ll never force you.”

Her expression didn’t change, but he didn’t blame her for not taking him at his word. Especially not while his sweatpants failed to hide his erection.

“What is it you want from me, Hannah?”

Her feet shifted as she stared down at the carpet. She made that aborted effort to cover herself with her hands again before pressing them into the slight curve of her hips.

“I want you,” she admitted, making shivers race across his skin. He was already moving toward her when her next words reached him. “But I’m afraid.”

He forced himself to slow his movement. She didn’t back away as he finished closing the distance between them, stopping less than a foot apart. He couldn’t just drag her against him, not with that fear. A tremor filled his hand as he brushed her hair behind her ear instead.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

Her hands lifted, pressing lightly to his chest. Even that light sensation felt like too much.

She started to shake her head, but when it bumped into his hand, still hovering so close to her, she tilted into his grip, rubbing her cheek against him. “I’m afraid I’ll say no. That I’ll stop this.”

He carded his fingers through her hair, loving the way it made her shiver. “You can say no at any time. I promise I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to.” Half of her mouth trembled as the other half sagged. “I know this is wrong, but I want this. I want to feel you inside of me. To feel two flesh become one, but not—” Her eyes closed as her breath hitched. She swallowed before opening them again. “But not with pain?”

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