Page 6 of Their Obsession

That’s not ideal. I need my blood to be in my brain and not my crotch. One of us should remain clear-headed today.

“Um,” she nervously stutters. “I think I just want to take a nice,warm shower.”

The thought of her wet and naked has my cock stiffening further. The urge to lean in and kiss her is almost too much. I’ve fantasized about this woman for years, and not only am I in her house, but now she’s offering to get naked.Maybe I’m the one who hit my head.

“I’ll be right out here if you need me.” I take a chance, running my fingers along her jawline, curling them beneath her chin and tilting it up so she’s forced to meet my gaze. Offering her a small smile to show her she’s safe with me, I cup her beautiful face in my palm. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green, like soft sage.

“You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine,” she whispers so lightly that I can barely hear her.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, trust me.” I brush my thumb along her plush lower lip, desperate to taste her. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

It takes all of my willpower to disentangle myself from her and take a step backwards. She’s beautiful, smart and so very determined. But over the last two years of watching from the sidelines of her life, I’ve come to realize that she needs someone to take care of her. She’s always worried about everyone else, never taking a moment for herself. I’d love to be the person to take care of her, the one she can trust and depend on.

She hesitates for just a moment, her soft verdant eyes scanning me. I get the feeling that she’s not used to letting people in. She always seems to be all business, rarely socializing or talking about any plans. But I’m not a fucking quitter. I have no problem taking all the time she needs until she opens up to me. Swiftly, she spins and hurries towards a door off of the living room. The way her ass sways when she walks is the most hypnotic thing I’ve ever seen. She throws a final glance at me over her shoulder, and I flash her a comforting smile, urging her to trust me, beforeshe closes the door behind her. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. A moment later I hear the sound of the shower starting.

I take the opportunity to peruse around her apartment, seeing what more I can learn about her from her living space. Her apartment is cute. Small and sparse, but cute. I expected her to be the type of girl with a warm, lived in house. But this space is almost cold, as if she’s simply renting a space to sleep. As I walk through her home, I find a small framed photograph of her with two people, most likely her parents, that looks like it was taken just a few years ago.Damn, her dad is huge. He looks familiar but I can’t quite place him. Her mom is tiny with overdone make-up and a ridiculous outfit.

Before I have time to place the man in the picture, a sudden crash behind me pulls me from my thoughts. I spin to the door of Lilly’s bedroom where I’m fairly certain the sound came from. I war with myself–if she needs me; I want to bust through that door like a damn hero and save my damsel, but if it was nothing and I wander into her room while she’s showering then I’m a perv.Shit. What do I do?

“Ow!” Lilly screams from behind the door.

Fuck it. I’m going in.

“Lilly, hey,” I give her fair warning as I storm across her apartment in just a few long strides. Pushing her door open, just slightly, I call to her, “I’m going to come in and help, okay?”

She doesn’t respond. All I hear are muffled sobs. The protective male inside of me roars to life at the sound of my girl crying.

I push the door open wider, allowing myself into her room. I’m immediately struck by the overwhelming smell of her. It invades my senses and my dick takes notice. I want this girl so badly it hurts. A small whimper and whine comes from a second door on the other side of the room. The bathroom. Opening that door, I’m met with the sight of a half naked Lilly. She’s in a pair ofblack underwear, a black bra and her white shirt is currently stuck on top of her head with her arms tangled inside. I’ve never seen this much of her pale skin before. The sight causes my cock to harden to an embarrassing level. Her breasts are pushed up with the way her arms are trapped above her head, and the sight is mouthwatering. She’s lean and muscular but still soft and supple. I have the urge to get on my knees and worship every single inch of her skin with my mouth and tongue until she begs me to let her come on my face.Fuck, my cock is like steel in my jeans.

“Noah,” she whimpers. Her needy plea snaps me out of my horny haze.

“I’m here, Sunshine.” I close the distance between us and put my hand lightly against her lower back to let her know that I’m with her and she’s safe. The feeling of her bare skin against the palm of my hand sends pleasurable tingles shooting through my body like an electrical current. “What can I do to help?” I ask. Part of me wants to rush in there and disentangle her, but I won’t touch her when she’s this vulnerable unless she specifically asks me to.

She lets out a choked sob. “This is so fucking embarrassing but I’m stuck. Please, I need your help.”

She sounds frustrated but breathy; it’s exactly how I imagine her sounding when I picture her pinned beneath me as I tease her and make her beg for me.Shit, Noah, focus. You’re here to be the good guy.

“My wrist got wrapped up in my sleeve and it’s so tender and painful and—” Her rant gets cut off as she begins to sob. Her loud, gulping cries make me jump into action and close the remaining distance between us.

“Hey. Hey,” I coo as I rub reassuring circles on her back. “I’m here. It’s okay. Let me help you.”

Her sobs lessen, and finally, she sniffles before letting out asmall, “Okay.”

It’s awkward because she absolutely does not need my rock hard length grinding against her right now. I have to push my hips backwards in order to avoid her feeling what the sight of her half naked has done to me as I move my hands up to her shirt. Even through my concern and worry, the knowledge that I’m taking off her clothes has a different part of my brain reeling with delight.

“Okay, stay really still alright?” I direct her as I work as gently and as swiftly as possible to extricate her from the mess of fabric she’s found herself in.

It looks as though the sleeve twisted around her hurt wrist and is putting pressure on it. I do my best to help her rotate her shoulder backwards so that I can release the bunched up shirt and pull it up over her arm. She lets out a few pained winces but allows me to take control. The way she submits to my control is a heady rush.

“What the hell is this?” a voice from behind me echoes across the tiled walls of the small bathroom right as I finally lift the long sleeve tee above Lilly’s head.

We both turn towards the doorway where a small blonde is standing. She’s smaller than Lilly, with long golden waves and bright blue eyes which are currently burning a hole into my face. She looks pissed. Who the hell is this?

“Emily,” Lilly greets the intruder. “This is Noah, one of the players on the team who was nice enough to bring me home.”

“And he thought he’d take advantage of the vulnerable and injured woman who he brought home?” this Emily woman accuses with another angry glare in my direction. This tiny little thing’s got some fight.

“I can see how you’d think that, but her hurt wrist got caught in her shirt, and I was just trying to help,” I state with my hands up in a mock surrender. This is clearly a friend or relative orsomething since she had a key to let herself in, and I want to make a good impression.

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