Page 37 of Suspicious

She stays silent as I place the towel on the basin beside her, then shuck off my club cut. Bea watches me intently as I place it neatly over the top of the shower alcove so it will dry overnight. Moving to my shirt, I draw it over my head, the wet fabric sticking to my abs as I slide it up. She bites her bottom lip, remaining silent as I toss the wet shirt into the hamper and then make a move for my belt. Her eyes widen while I unbuckle, drawing my jeans down over my ass and revealing my bare cockto her.

Bea averts her eyes, a slow smile creeping across her face, and I inevitably smirk as I toss the remainder of my clothes over to the basket. Reaching past her, her breathing hitches as I grab the towel and then fold it around my waist to cover myself.

She clears her throat, still averting her gaze while I step up to her. Her breathing increases as I slide my hands up her arms. Those goose bumps are still there, and I shrug. “You’ve got to get out of these wet clothes, Bea.”

She finally glances at me, forcing down the emotion caught in her throat, and nods. “Then I guess in my inebriated state, you better help me.”

A slow smirk crosses my lips, and I slide my hands around her back, swiftly unhooking her wet-as- fuck bra. It unhooks with ease, and I slowly slide the straps down her delicate shoulders, revealing her now ample-sized breasts. My cock instantly jerks under the towel, and I’m glad I had the forethought to cover myself before undressing her.

She’s exceptionally beautiful!

I never thought I would see her again, let alone have a moment like this with her.

Actually, for a moment, I wonder if I am dreaming.

I trail my fingers to the top button of her shorts, popping the button and gripping the hem. Yanking on her shorts, I pull them down, squatting with the movement, then draw them down to her ankles, leaving her in just a pair of panties with Care Bears on them.

I let out a small chuckle.Yeah, definitely not dreaming.She peers down, and her eyes widen. “Oh shit. I forgot I was wearing those!”

I lean in, running my fingers to the sides of her panties, and grip tight. “I happen to think they suit you perfectly,” I murmur, then lean in, pressing my lips to her thigh, right next to herpanties, causing her legs to wobble ever so slightly. She inhales sharply as my eyes stare up, meeting hers. The energy around us ignites once again as I edge her panties slowly down her still-trembling legs.

Her eyes stay on mine the entire time as I strip her naked, tapping her ankle for her to step out of her panties. She swallows hard, her entire body quivering as I slowly rise, towering over her again. I can’t stop looking down at her delectable body. The way her short but curvy frame accentuates in the most perfect places.

She was gorgeous when we were younger.

But now, as a woman, she’s a fucking marvel to behold.

And if she wasn’t drunk right now, I would be taking full advantage.

The problem is she is, and it’s not something I would forgive myself for doing. Though my cock has a different opinion on the matter, and he is frustrated with me right now.

With her looking at me like she wants to devour every inch of me, I step forward, reaching for another towel off the rack, and with every ounce of strength I have, I gently wrap it around her shoulders. Her brows rise, a moment of understanding and disappointment flowing through her, but then she offers an attempted half-smile. My hands slide out, still wanting to touch her, not wanting to let this connection go.

I grab the towel and begin to dry her body.

Shaking her head, Bea lets out a small laugh. “You always did take care of me.”

Needing her to understand, to know I am not lying, I release a deep exhale, staring deep into her eyes. “I’ll always take care of you, Bea. You’re a part of my life, whether we see each other or not… I just can’t let you go.”

She reaches out and grabs my hand, stopping me. “I don’t ever want you to let me go.”

My heart races, and I have no choice as I lean in, pressing my lips to hers again, firmer this time. My hand grips into her hair as I push her back against the basin, and she whimpers, her hands sliding up. Her nails dig into the skin on my back with the same desperation I feel, causing me to groan into her mouth. The towel around my waist drops to the floor, my cock so hard, I can barely control myself.

But I know I have to.

Regretfully, I step back, panting while she smirks, knowing how much she is affecting me. Her chest rises and falls heavily with her own frantic breaths. “So… what now?” she asks, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Groaning, I run my fingers through my hair, yanking out my hair tie, letting my long, wet hair flow free. It drops over my shoulders, and she pulls her lip in over her teeth, trying to fight her grin.

“Now… we go to bed. You need to rest. You’re going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow…again.”

Bea giggles, her fingers trailing one by one down my torso. “I’m feelingverysober right now.”

I grip her wrist, stopping her descent. “Bed.Now.”

She snickers, yanking her arm free, then turns, walking out of the bathroom, making sure to sway that sexy ass of hers for good measure.

Fuck. I’m so in over my head here.

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