Her face blushes crimson and she immediately covers it with her hands. “Hey, that was one time, and I didn’t even know that was what I’d see,” she mumbles through her hands.
I tilt my head. “I still think you liked watching.”
She spreads her fingers over one eye and glares at me. “I don’t even know what I like.”
I pull her hands away from her face and kiss each of her fingers in turn.
“We’re going to find out exactly what you like. Just give it time.”
“Let me watch you. I’ll stay outside of the shower, but I want to actually see what you do this time.”
“I knew you enjoyed watching. My perfect, pretty little voyeur.” I pet her hair affectionately as my cock strains my pants, thinking of getting off to her watching while I imagine the feel of her perfect pussy. “Too bad I want to take you out tonight and need to be quick. Sit tight.”
fourteen
Paige
Idon’twatchHayeshandle himself in the shower, but I do sit wrapped in the duvet in the middle of the bed and imagine every stroke of his hand. When he comes out, a white towel wrapped around his hips and water droplets dotting his muscular chest, I nearly faint.
“Why do you have to be God’s gift to women?” I say appreciatively under my breath.
Hayes pauses on his way to the closet, having heard me.
“You don’t think the same is true about yourself, Miss Fairchild? You’re a total smoke show wrapped up in Chantilly cream. Just knowing your exquisite body is naked under that duvet is threatening to undo all the hard work I just performed in the shower to get rid of this hard-on.” He grabs himself over the towel and my heart pounds like the hooves of a racehorse.
“You look like one of those models on the cover of the grocery store romance novels my nanny likes to read. They’re always shirtless and, like, a pirate or duke or something.” I guess muscles and a shirtless billionaire work just as well.
He moves his hand away from the towel and laughs. Shaking his head, he goes into the closet. I’m half tempted to follow him inside and force him to take me when he drops his towel, but I don’t. It meant everything to me that he was able to slow things down when I was letting my hormones, not my heart, guide my body again. I had hoped I could make Hayes fall for me, but I think I’m the one falling, and hard.
“I like your clothes next to mine. It’s more colorful having your bright clothes looking so cute and little next to my suits.” I hear from the closet.
I pull the duvet up to my face and laugh. “Sorry, I just took over. I didn’t know where else to put my things, so I made a spot.”
The duvet is pulled down and Hayes’s face appears. He slowly pushes me back on the bed and crawls over me, trapping me in the duvet.
“Good. Don’t just make a spot next time, take the whole closet. Stop trying to make yourself small to fit into my life when you’re the biggest part of it.”
I melt. If I was wearing panties, they would have fallen right off. I slowly shake my head and grin a big, cheesy smile.
“Next time? You expect me to run away from home again?”
His face takes on a serious look as his eyes dart away in thought.
“I guess I was just thinking of the next time you go shopping. I like you here with me.”
A sobering thought invades the protective cocoon of the duvet and the fairytale idea of running from my problems. This was supposed to be temporary until I could get Mama and Daddy to see that I wouldn’t marry Garrison. I’ve been gone for over five days and they’re only doubling down on their insistence and maintaining the stalemate. What do I do if they don’t see it my way, even after this impulsive flight from the future they want for me? I’ll have to tuck my tail between my legs and go home to them. And Garrison Daniels. I shudder.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed so we can get the city’s best pizza.”
He rolls off me and pulls away the duvet.
“Good Lord almighty. On second thought, maybe you should just stay naked.”
He tips his head appreciatively and I roll over onto my stomach to hide.
“Hell, that’s an even better view.”
I feel teeth nip at my bare bottom and yelp.