Page 156 of My Ruthless Opponent

His touch vanishes just as I was about to feel that familiar tension.

As I rinse the suds off, He washes himself, soaps his erection, and lets the water clean him.

After we are done, he ushers me out and wraps me into a fluffy towel. He wraps one around his waist.

After last night, I am hyperaware, my eyes are seeking more of the tiny faded scars across his body.

Fury engulfs me. Who did this to him?

Raleigh and I silently brush our teeth.

I keep sneaking glances at him but he never once looks at me.

He steps out of the bathroom. I am sure to get me something to wear. I follow him.

His towel is tented because of his hardness. Suddenly, I get this urge to kneel and suck him off.

He can’t build a wall between us. He was there for me when I needed him. Since day one of this trip when I woke up from a nightmare on the beach to him looking after me, he has been there for me.

If he can’t allow me to reciprocate, then I guess I should quit seeking his permission.

As I predicted, Raleigh is standing in front of the closet and rummaging through my dresses.

My heart breaks. He is not letting me in. But wants to look after me. I want to know what is troubling him badly. I don’t dare to ask.

He will tell me when he would want to. But I won’t allow the barrier he has put between us.

I stride to him and clutch his bicep. I tug and tug. He doesn’t budge.

When I don’t give up, he lets out a long sigh and turns so that he’s facing me.

In one step, I close the little distance between us and rest my forehead on his chest, wrapping my hands around his waist.

“Hannah—”

“Hush.” I snuggle his stiff body. His erection is pressed against my belly.

I rub against him. I drop one open-mouth kiss on his chest. When his hands come to rest on my waist, I pull back.

Sliding my hand down to his arm, I intertwine my fingers with his and walk back until my knees hit the bed and flop on it.

I tug his towel down and grip his cock in my hand.

Raleigh fists my hair. “You want me to shove my cock down your throat? Because that’s what I want to do. I’m not in the right frame of mind to go easy on you.”

I let go of his cock. Only to shed my towel. Raleigh inhales sharply. His hard abs flexing with each intake of breath. Sparks ignite in his eyes. He is magnificent.

I slide my palms up his muscled thighs to his abs, digging my nails in his skin.

I glance up at him and my lips curl when he licks his lips.

My core pulses at the heated look in his eyes. Still staring up at him, I wrap my fingers around his shaft.

His fingers tighten in my hair.

“Hannah,” He warns, his nostrils flaring. “I don’t want to use you like this.”

Raleigh and his words. Always slays me. He is still thinking of me. He doesn’t want to use me. But I want him to. I want him to forget about his nightmare. I want him to behimself.

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