Page 24 of Don't Look Away

The pure animalistic energy pouring off him right now is hot as hell, though.

And I love teasing him, so instead of taking a step toward him, I approach the hot tub and sink into the swirling water. Steam surrounds me as I submerge myself. It’s always too hot at first until my body gets used to it, which usually only takes a couple of minutes.

“Damn tease,” he says, following me.

Moving to the opposite side of the hot tub, I watch as he steps forward, all confidence, his muscular legs eating up the short distance, his cock jerking as he moves.

As he sinks into the water, he immediately drifts toward me, pulling me into his arms. I laugh as he spins me in the water, his hard body pressed against mine.

White-hot heat rushes through my veins, pooling in that one, magical spot between my thighs. He wasteszerotime, moving to kiss me, deep and passionate, his tongue slipping into my mouth, messaging the inside of my mouth.

I come up for air long enough to ask, “Why are you doing all this?”

As much as I’m loving it, Roman has never really seemed like a romantic guy. Granted, I’ve only known him for a few weeks, and for most of that time I was resisting him, but still. Within five minutes of meeting him, Iimmediatelypegged him as an alphahole.

He pulls back slightly, his hands cupping my ass beneath the water. “You’ve been through a lot,” he says, his lips skimming up the column of my throat. “And I wanted to do something nice for you. Is that so bad?”

“No,” I answer, warmth spreading through my chest. “It’s not bad at all.”

Damn, despite my best judgment, am I actually falling for this guy?

After what happened last year, it seemed impossible that I would ever trust anyone again, especially considering the control Roman demands. But, I don’t know, maybe it’s that control that makes me feel safe.

Mr. Cunningham is going to have a field day with all this. The assault victim who enjoys being dominated. That’s some crazy fucked up shit, and I’m sure there’s some twisted psychological reason why it’s happening. But that’s alaterLux problem. Right now, today, I’m not analyzing it, because this feeling of contentment is helping me survive.

Roman drags his mouth up my throat, over my chin, then smiles against my lips. “Can I touch you?”

I laugh again. “You’re already touching me.”

“Can I touch your cunt?”

I can’t stop laughing. After everything we’ve done together, his question is so out of left field, it’s funny. “Why are you asking me that?”

“I’m trying to be a good boy.” The smile on his lips is so damn cute, and it’s so rare to see him like this, it melts me instantly. “Aren’t you supposed to ask these things now?” he asks. “Political correctness and all that.”

“Okay, first of all, touching my cunt isn’t political. And second, yes, you’re supposed to ask first.”

He raises one dark brow. “Well?”

“No,” I say, teasing him. “Youcannottouch my lady bits. Request denied.”

One of his hands leaves my ass and finds the slit between my thighs. Swiftly, he pushes his fingers into my channel, and I gasp. “I saidno,Roman.”

He leans forward and bites my bottom lip, nipping gently. “I said I’d ask. I didn’t say I’d listen.”

“Mmmm,” I moan, already lost to the sensation of his fingers filling me. “You said you were trying to be good.”

“Yeah, well, I lied.” His mouth moves to the underside of my chin, where he kisses me gently. “I’ve always known I could never resist you, Lux. None is ever going to stop me from touching you. Not even you.”

I don’t really believe that. A stun gun can be pretty persuasive. But even if I’m skeptical, his statement should terrify me. But it doesn’t, and I have no idea why.

He pushes me up against the hot tub wall, using the fingers in my channel to hold me in place, while he free hand cups my breast. I tilt my head back and moan when his thumb flicks my clit. A jolt of energy zips through me, and my body starts to tremble.

“I could run away,” I say with a moan.

My brain is hardly working at this point, so it’s amazing I can respond at all. But if I keep him talking, he won’t stop, and the sheer ecstasy of his touch is my sole focus right now.

Pressing his cheek to mine, he whispers in my ear, “You can’t run from me, Lux. I would hunt you to the ends of the earth, and I wouldn’t ever stop. I would find you, no matter the cost.”

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