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“I’m gonna go shower now,” I replied and stepped back. Not exactly denying but also not agreeing with what he said because I was still technically against anything happening.

Wasn’t I…?

Chapter 29

SCOTTIE

Cold water dripped down my skin. The stillness settling around me weighed heavy on me. I hated this confusion. This loneliness knowing that Mikey was a mere stall away. At least I hoped he still was. I hadn’t heard any sign that he’d left, but I also hadn’t heard his shower turn on the way I had mine.

My heart hammered. A strange prickling of nerves darted through my veins, ending in a tingling at the tips of my fingers. I wanted to call to him. Every part of my body ached for him, and there was a dull thrum of longing for him to be with me. An ache for him to fulfill the hunger that had long ago settled deep within my bones, begged for me to simply call out.

Every inhale I drew rattled my lungs, shakily providing me with no reassurance. But somehow, I found strength elsewhere. “Mikey?” I hesitantly said, my voice cracking on the last syllable.

Closing my eyes, I remained facing the back of the shower, shivering slightly beneath the drying moisture on my skin. Yet I heard nothing. There was no response. Not a whisper of him speaking. Not a tiny thread tugging between us twinged at my word.

I tipped my head down, inhaling deeply, accepting my fate. He wasn’t here anymore. I’d scared him away. He had asked for alone time, and I’d interrupted it. He’d told me, too, that I had, and once again, I hadn’t listened.

Of course he was right. He was always right. I was stubborn. I listened to nobody, including him, and this time, it ruined me. I should’ve denied it when he mentioned that I didn’t want anything to happen.

Even if that was the right thing. Even though I knew if something did happen between us, it would be wrong and could ruin my career, possibly change the course of his. Still, knowing all of that, I should’ve denied it.

Something warm danced like a breeze across the back of my neck. A chill darted down my spine, heightening every sense.

“Tell me to go,” Mikey whispered slowly. His voice directly next to my ear. Blood pounded in my ears, a faint pulse sparking between my legs. My lungs expanded, every cell drawing in with the reality that he was standing right behind me.

The heat from his body wrapped me warm in an embrace that soothed the chill from the cold water on my naked figure. Once again, that faint sweet smell of his cocooned me, seeping into every pore of my skin.

“I won’t,” I finally said. My heart fluttered and I cautiously pried my eyes open. I stared at the back of the shower, every inch of my veins prickling. “I can’t.”

“Tell me this is wrong.” Calloused fingers brushed against my hip, and my breath hitched in my throat. The pulse quickened, heightening as Mikey’s hand crept around to the front of my body, flattening against my stomach.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I cautioned. But oh, how I wanted this.

No. That was a lie.

How I wanted him.

“Then tell me to leave,” he said again, and his body stepped into my back. I gasped, unable to choke down enough oxygen. I could feel him, in a way I never had before. His skin. His touch.

Him.

“Don’t leave,” I whispered. His hand against my stomach pressed tighter, pinning me between his hips and his palm. I knew what he wanted. It was exactly what I wanted. And the pulse between my legs overwhelmed all thought. All warning that screamed at me to move away, to send him out of this stall disappeared beneath one single desire.

His velvet kiss pressed against my neck, and I let out a soft moan. His free hand brushed against my collarbone and wrapped around the front of my throat. With his index finger, he tipped my chin back and his teeth clamped around my skin.

“Mikey,” I gasped as his hand against my stomach dipped a little lower. He pulled away, tightening his hold around my throat. Stars popped in my vision, the euphoria of what was going to happen drowning out anything else.

“Say no,” he growled, desire dripping from his lips as he flicked his tongue out and trailed it up my neck ending beneath my ear.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I gushed, my skin running hot as he pressed himself harder against me. Anticipation for what it would feel like to have him bury himself inside me fanned the flames between my legs.

And his fingers slid even lower, pausing right before giving me the relief that I craved. Teasing me. Taunting me with the idea of his touch right where my body begged for him to press against.

“If you want this, then you’re going to fucking be quiet and listen. Understand?” he demanded, and I nearly collapsed to my knees. What the hell? I liked being in charge, being the one to control things, but that… Him… The…

I nodded, unable to complete a single thought or voice anything.

“Now, what do you want?” He tipped my head back against his shoulder with his fingers still tight around my throat.

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