Page 3 of A Step Too Close
Chapter Two
Levi
I can hear hershowering and knowing she is over there naked with her hands all over her beautiful body… it’s too much. My cock is painfully hard, and there is no willing it to go down this time. I shame myself as I start stroking my cock, imagining myself going into her shower and fucking her senseless. I steer clear of relationships, and I have had no desire to consider them… until her. Until she forced her way into my life and rooted herself inside my brain. I am drawn to her in a way I haven’t experienced since… No. I won’t compare her. That’s not fair.
Let’s be honest, though. Arden is one of a kind; she is smart, strong, andferal. God, she is such a fucking brat, and I am constantly wanting to put her ass over my knee. When I touch her and hear how her breath catches…Fuck. I know she wants it too. I won’t reject it, but I won’t feel it out either. If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen.
I place my hand on the wall and stroke myself faster. I listen to her hum and sigh quietly to herself, but it’s her fucking voice that sends me straight to the edge. “Why do you have showers here?” Arden asks.
“Uhm… For this reason. In case anyone needs a shower. Search and rescue can get dirty,” I choke out, but I don’t stop. The barbells of my piercings are rubbing against my palm, and it makes my body jerk. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have this girl on her knees so I can fuck her throat. Something about making her nearly throw up from my brutality has my balls tightening. Jesus, I bet she is incredible with her mouth. The waves break, and my orgasm finally washes over me, and I come. My ears are ringing, and it takes me a second to force the images of her sucking my cock out of my mind before I can function.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I just thought I heard… Never mind. I’m just about done,” she says. I say nothing because I know she heard me moan. I tried not to, but imagining her on my cock… Fuck, that’s amazing.
I grab my towel from outside the shower after shutting the water off and wrap it around my waist. I step out and immediately realize I should have waited. I run directly into Arden. She nearly falls over herself as she spins around to face me. She looks absolutely stunned, but that fades as her eyes drag down my body, and that feral little brat brings out something lustful.
“What happened?” she asks softly as her fingers lightly trace a scar on my abdomen.
“I was shot,” I say. “It’s what made me go from being an active Marine to this.”
“Damn. I’m sorry,” she frowns. “But, I’m kinda not surprised you were a Marine.”
“Oh?”
“It’s the hair,” she grins. “I need to get dressed. You look far too tempting right now for me to not try and persuade you to touch me.”
“It wouldn’t take much convincing,” I say honestly before stepping out of the shower area so I can grab my clothes and get dressed. When I’m done, I leave and go to my office.
I brought in another desk so she can work in here. Partly because I’m a selfish bastard and I want her close, but also because it makes the most sense that she doesn’t have to come find me anytime she needs something.
After a few minutes, Arden joins me with damp hair. She’s only wearing tight jeans and a simple T-shirt, but damn, she can make anything look sexy. I’m leading with my dick right now, and I’m trying to not lead that inside of her. She wants to learn, not get fucked over my desk like I am some kind of beast. She would sound so amazing laid out on my desk with my face buried in her cunt. The way I could make that woman sing for me…
“So…” she starts to ask.
“Don’t ask unless you are prepared for my answer,” I say simply as I flip through paperwork.
“Right… I mean… Fuck it… Did you moan? Because it sounded like a moan. Not that I have heard a lot of men moaning, but enough to know that you were…”
“That I was what?” I ask when she stops talking.
“You were jerking off,” she says bluntly.
“Do you really want to have this conversation, Arden?” I ask, sitting back to look at her. I can see her contemplating. I simply look back at my computer and continue clicking through my email.
“Why?” she asks. I don’t have an answer for her because why would I jerk off with her five feet away? Why have I ever jerked off with her on my mind? How am I supposed to tell her that I crave to be around her? I’m afraid of taking a step too close and falling headfirst in love with her. I don’t have the willpower to pull away because I am addicted to the way she smiles at me. It’s been so long since someone has lit up my world, but she does. She shines bright and makes me believe that there is life after loss.
“What do you mean?” I ask, not looking up at her.
“Why did you do that?”
“Do what?” I ask.
“Really? Why did you do that?”
“Do what?” I ask again.
