Page 55 of Heathen

Instead of looking expectant when he turns around, he holds out his hand to me.

Like a fool, I place mine in his, curious about where this will go, although I'm fully aware of exactly what direction it's going to take as he leads me from the room.

My mouth grows dry, my knees weak, as we traverse the stairs back up to the room we're sharing.

"We can't have sex," I blurt once he closes us in the bedroom.

"Because of the annulment?"

I dip my head, watching him scrape his teeth over his lower lip as he watches my face.

"We can always lie about it."

"Morgan said the same thing," I confess, wishing I would've just kept my damn mouth closed for the smile it brings to his face.

"I think I like your friend already," he says, his thumbs hooking inside the waistband of his sweats.

"Wait," I blurt, holding my hands out to stop him. "I don't know if this is the best idea."

"We aren't going to have sex, Kaylee. We're going to shower."

I know exactly what my face does when he chuckles, and it makes me wish I was better at hiding the disappointment.

When he pulls his hands from his body and holds one out to me, I feel like I'm being seduced by the devil himself. As a good girl from a small town, I don't understand why my hand reaches out to it.

The warmth of it sinks inside of me as he pulls me toward the bathroom. Once inside, I'm left standing there with my jawpractically on the floor when he shucks off his sweats, as if it's no big deal to have that muscular ass of his pointed at me. He reaches inside and turns on the water.

I dart my eyes away quickly when he turns around but not before getting an eyeful of his thick length.

I feel locked in place, my knees shaking and my hands trembling like I've never seen a man's naked body before. But, actually, I've never showered with a man before. All of my sexual encounters happened in the dark from the time I gave my virginity to my high school sweetheart until my last trip back home when I stupidly hooked up with the same man after his sob story of how his wife left him.

"Let me help you," Ellis whispers as steam begins to swirl around us.

I stand stock-still as he reaches for the hem of the t-shirt I blatantly took from his dresser drawer before my shower yesterday.

"Jesus," he mutters as I lift my arms and allow him to slip it over my head. "I know I have no right to be jealous, but had I known you were naked under this thing, I would've beat Twisted's and Rooster's ass for seeing you today."

I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest when the air in the room tightens my nipples.

I drop my eyes, only to have the sight of his thickening cock fill my vision.

Instead of taking a step back, he reduces the space between us, the tip of his cock brushing my stomach and leaving a wetness on my skin.

"Sorry," he whispers, without any attempt to increase the distance between the two of us.

"Sh-shower," I stutter, knowing I need water sluicing down my body to hide the arousal growing between my legs.

His hand wraps around mine, and a second later, we're both standing under the spray.

"I can't get over how sexy you are," he says as his hand runs over his chest. "You turned me on the second I saw you at the grocery store."

His confession sparks something inside of me, and it only takes a few breaths before my skin feels like it's on fire.

My hand twitches with the need to touch myself, but I could never do something so openly sexual in front of anyone.

"I wanted my mouth on your skin, my hands cupping your breasts," he continues. "I wanted to know what it was like to slide my cock right into the center of you."

I swallow down the knot in my throat before taking a step closer to him.

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