Page 45 of The Sandbar saga

Her gaze went to his chest, to his stomach, and lower, and her jaw dropped. His cock pulsed to life before he could put his hands in front of him and turn away.

"Put the candle there." He motioned with his chin and cleared the roughness out of his tone. "Then, close the door."

She remained staring. His cock throbbed in attention behind his hands. Her innocence and curiosity stroked him.

"Katie," he said softly. "Let me get dressed, and then I'll come out."

The cords on her slim neck convulsed, and she looked up, meeting his eyes. Her flushed cheeks came not from embarrassment, but arousal.

"Get out," he bellowed, aching in frustration.

She jolted, whirled, and left the room without closing the door. He strode across the floor and slammed the door.

Breathing heavily, he walked into the bathroom, putting as much distance between him and Katie as possible, and leaned over and gripped the counter. All his blood roared. His skin itched.

He reached down and clutched his cock, giving it one hard stroke, hoping it would calm the hell down. Pleasure curled around his tailbone. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed his dick. He exhaled harshly, closing his eyes at the onslaught of pleasure

Braced with his hand on the counter, he stroked slowly. Katie's wide-eyed gaze burned in his memories and showed behind his closed eyelids.

She looked at him.

Watched him.

Wanted him.

He beat his cock angerly. Imagining her walking toward him, unafraid, tempting. Her arm stretched out as she curled each finger around the width of him. Stroking, marveling, entranced as she held his gaze and slowly brought him pleasure.

Slowly.

As if each stroke heightened her own arousal.

He groaned, matching her desires. His grip loosened. She'd be gentle, hesitant at first.

The heat coming off his cock warmed his palm. Basked in stimulation, even his skin throbbed. He hardened for her. Grew bigger for her. Wacked himself off for her.

His balls drew up to his body. He pushed off the counter, straightening until his thighs leaned against the edge of the granite. All the while, he stroked, steady, firm.

Pleasure went down his spine. He tilted his pelvis forward, jerking his cock faster.

His ass clenched. Relief hovered over him, and he reached. Reached. Reached.

His body tensed. He muffled his groan as his climax encased him. Several seconds later, he shot his come in the sink, out of breath.

He hung his head and gathered air into his lungs. Opening his eyes, his fantasy ended.

He washed his hands and cock, then dressed in a pair of jeans and a buttoned shirt. Walking out of the room barefooted, he rolled up his sleeves as he entered the kitchen.

Katie stood at the sink, her back to him. He flinched, guilty over losing control. He should never have acted on his desires.

He cleared his throat. "I guess with the power going out, it means no coffee and no tea."

It was natural for her to be embarrassed about barging into his room and catching him naked and witnessing his arousal. Yet, she was old enough to understand the lack of control they had over their own bodies when it came to natural urges.

She slowly turned around. Her brow was lowered in concentration. He reached around her to get a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water, aware that she studied him.

"Why don't you date?" she asked.

He choked on the water he drank. Lowering the glass, he coughed. "What kind of question is that?"

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