Page 79 of Beautiful Thing

Archer’s body goes stiff. I doubt that he heard my gasp above the sound of the water raining down around him. But I can tell his military instincts have kicked in. He knows he’s being watched.

Slowly, his majestic body begins to turn in my direction. Water streaming down his face, he glares at me from behind the wet glass, king-sized cock clenched in his tight fist.

Shit. That thing ishuge.

I immediately begin spewing my apologies, hands held up in surrender. “Oh, my gosh. I’m sorry, Archer. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He cuts off my apology with one solitary word. “Sit.”

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ARCHER

Layla blinks, grabbing hold of the door handle, like that’s supposed to save her somehow.

“W-what…?” she whimpers.

“I know you heard me,” I say on a growl.

My head is spinning with my stalled orgasm and I’m not quite sure if this is a dream. Layla, beautiful and blushing, wearing nothing but a sleep shirt, is standing in the entryway to my bathroom. I grind my molars together, doing everything in my power not to blow my load at the mere sight of her.

“Climb up on the vanity and sit down, Layla. Let’s have a chat.”

Her nostrils flare and her stare widens with panic. But she slowly backs across the room and perches on the counter beside the sink, never taking her cautious eyes off me.

She opens her mouth—probably to explain herself with some excuse about why she was lurking outside my bathroom—but at this point, I don’t want to hear it.

We’ve both been dancing around our attraction to each other. Tonight, it’s time that we address it head on.

“You’ve been snooping around on me since the day you moved in here,” I accuse.

Her fingers curl around the lip of the counter, turning white with force. “I didn’t know—”

I hold up a hand, shutting her up again. “You say you’re curious about me? All right. Let’s satisfy your curiosity once and for all, shall we?”

I watch the way her chest rises and falls as she sits apprehensively on the counter, staring at me and waiting for what will happen next.

“What is it you’re so curious about, Belle?” I give my aching cock a long stroke and a tight squeeze. Her eyes follow the movement. “You’re curious to see what it is you do to me, aren’t you?…You’re curious about how hard I get when I think about you?…You want to see how I take care of myself every night just so I can get some relief?…Knowing that you’re under this roof and not being able to touch you has been killing me, Layla.”

She whimpers my name—“Archer…”—and it sends electric shocks down my body, making it clear that this icy cold shower won’t solve a thing tonight. Only Layla herself can save me from this sizzling desire that’s been festering inside me.

“I’m curious, too,” I continue, releasing my cock to give my balls some attention. “I’m curious to know how easily I can make you wet…I want to know how quick I can make you come…How many times in one night. Will you like my fingers? Or will you prefer my mouth? And I want to know what you’ll taste like when I finally slide my tongue between the lips of your pussy…Will you let me find out tonight, Belle?”

A breath gets caught in her chest. She squeezes her thighs together and bites down on her bottom lip. Eyes never leaving mine, she nods.

Fuck, yes.

“Take off your T-shirt,” I say, my voice rough and low as I shut off the water and slide the shower door open.

With tremoring hands, Layla reaches for the hem of her shirt. My pulse quickens with every inch of flesh she exposes to me.

Goddamn. She is absolutely exquisite. The paleness of her smooth thighs. The dampness of the gray cotton covering her pussy. The softness of her belly. When I get sight of the undersides of her heavy breasts, I almost unravel right then.

I will myself to keep it together. She hesitates.

“Take itoff, Layla,” I command her.

She finally tears the fabric over her head, dropping it in a heap on the bathroom floor. She is a perfectly disheveled mess now, vulnerable and unsure of herself. But she looks so stunning. I’m instantly weakened with the vision on display before me.