Page 66 of Snared

My stomach tightened, my desire building with every motion of my fingers.

What would it feel like to feel his tongue torment me instead? To have his skin pressed to mine as his cock plunged into my body?

I couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from my lips as I chased my climax.

“Yes, Josh,” I panted as I came, my orgasm hitting hard as my hand continued to move in tight circles.

I leaned back against the tiles, the water washing over my fevered skin as I caught my breath. I’d desperately needed that release. I went through the rest of my shower in a daze, washing my hair and thinking about Josh’s hands in my hair. Would he tug it? Scrape his nails against my scalp?

Need hit me again, and I quickly finished and toweled off, only to realize that I’d left my clean clothes in my room. I wrapped my towel around myself to make the short journey.

I opened the door and gasped. On the other side was Josh, leaning against the wall in a fitted T-shirt and gray sweatpants.

Fucking gray sweatpants.

But it was the absolute fire in his eyes that stopped me in my tracks.

“Morning,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with one hand while holding my towel in a death grip with the other.

“Has it been a good morning?” His tongue darted out to touch his lips.

Had he heard me?

I internally groaned, heat stealing into my cheeks.

“Yep. Slept awful, but feeling better now,” I said.

His lips tilted up in a devastating smile. “I bet you are.”

Fucking hell. He’d heard me. To be fair, I’d heard him first.

I started to move past him.

“Do you always say my name when you come, Charlie?” he asked, and my breath froze in my throat.

It was one thing to tease, but this was so much more than an innocent tease.

“I should ask you the same thing,” I said, taunting him to continue this game.

His eyes darkened.

“Are you listening to my showers?” He stepped close to me, invading my space. His body practically vibrated with a need that matched mine.

“Again, I should ask you the same thing.” My nipples hardened again, and I shifted my legs, trying to assuage the ache between my thighs. I may have just gotten off, but I clearly had done very little to satisfy my need for this man.

“We should stop playing these games, Charlie.” He reached out to tuck another piece of hair behind my ears. My entire body shivered.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said, unconsciously leaning closer to him. My chest brushed against his, and I thrilled as his eyes widened. If I shifted my hips, would I feel how hard his cock was?

I bit my lip.

“Don’t play with me, Charlie. I fucking want you desperately, so if you don’t want to pursue this, turn me away again and hold me to it,” he said.

“What if I’ve reconsidered?” I could barely keep from demanding he rip away my towel.

Fuck it.

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