Page 33 of Watercolor Skulls

“Let me shower first.” She jumps off me and hurries to the bathroom across the hall.

I wait a few minutes until I hear the water turn on. Pushing the covers aside, I decide a shower does sound good, the bacon can wait.

Chapter Fifteen

Lily

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Dan stayed. All night. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me.

Nobody has stayed with me this long, besides Jenny. My parents came and went so fast, our home was just another hotel to them. And Benjamin stayed long enough to get points with my dad. Sure, he might take me out and show me off for a few hours but then he dropped me off without a second glance. Some evenings he stayed long enough to make me hate my life a little more than I already did. I loathed those nights.

The door to the bathroom opens, making me jump. I watch as Dan walks in, he braces one hand on the wall behind the toilet and the other grabs his...oh, oh, he’s peeing. In front of me! I’ve never seen a man pee. My face heats to an alarming level as I stare at him like he’s a wild animal in a nature preserve.

One side of his mouth kicks up in a sexy smile. I turn away from him, embarrassed. God, I’m such a freaking child. I mean come on. I’m twenty-five. Little Miss Bland. That’s who I am. Why did I think an experienced sexy man like Dan would want to be with me? I wring my hands nervously, thinking I should just cancel on breakfast. I’ll never be able to keep up with him.

I mean just look at him. I sneak another quick peek. He’s definitely out of my league. Dan has a dark dangerous look about him. I bet people give him a wide berth and women probably fall at his feet.

The shower door opens, the cool air brushes over my wet skin, making me shiver. Dan presses against my backside, walking me into the shower wall. “Why are you crying again?” he asks as my chest presses against the cool tile.

“I’m not.”

He bends down whispering, his lips brushing lightly over the shell of my ear, “You are.”

“It’s…it’s just the spray from the shower,” I say with a tiny bit of sass.

Whack. The sound of his palm slapping against my wet ass cracks loudly in the shower. “Why. Are. You. Crying?” he demands.

I drop my head to the wall, letting the tears fall freely now.

“Talk to me,” he says more gently.

“It will sound crazy and I don’t want to sound crazy.”

“Are you regretting last night?” he asks, insecurity laced in his words.

“No,” I answer without hesitation. “I didn’t expect you to stay this long. I’m not used to people wanting to spend so much time with me.

He stills behind me as he processes my words. “Does it feel like I don’t want to spend time with you?” He presses his hard cock into my back.

A tiny puff of air escapes my lips. I roll my head to the side. “What do you see in me?”

His nose runs over my cheek. “I see an opportunity to experience the light.”

This makes me smile.

“What do you see in me?” he counters, his hips dipping so that his cock glides between my legs.

“I see an opportunity to explore the dark.”

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound vibrating through my entire body. “Well I guess we will balance each other out then.”

He squeezes my breasts in his hands as he slides into my body. Oh, god. My head falls back into his chest. He fucks me slowly as if we have all the time in the world, peppering kisses along my shoulders and the back of my neck. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans.

His hand lifts my leg, his fingers gripping me tightly under the knee, driving his cock deeper inside of me.

Oh, right there.I swear he has known my body in a previous life. His thrusts begin to quicken. He is pressing into me so deeply that each stroke lifts me off my toes.

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