Page 21 of Beg Me Angel

“Are you singing?” Brushing my hands down my chest, I straightened my shirt and tugged on the hem.

Batting her lashes, she dipped her chin into her shoulder. “Yeah, it's just a song my mom used to sing to me when I was little. It helps to calm my nerves, that's all.”

Taking a deep breath, I felt my chest lurch. “Where did you learn to sing like that?”

Damn it!

Get a fucking grip, you can't do this to yourself!

Her cheeks puffed out as she glanced up at the ceiling in thought. “I don't know, that's just how I sing.”

Small beads of water rested on the tops of her shoulders as the tips of her hair were dripping new droplets onto her skin. My eyes were drawn to her chest as the tiny balls rolled down her collarbone, disappearing into the towel.

“Your voice is incredible.”

Her hard nipples poked through the thick fabric, enticing me to pluck them between my teeth. I watched her legs cross, folding one foot into the floor as her hips twisted nervously.

The delicate skin, now dewy and damp, was riddled in goosebumps as her hands curled tighter around the towel to keep it in place. “Thanks.” Vera rocked on her bare feet, flipping onto the sides and settling back onto her heels. “Um, I don't really want to ask you for anything else, you've already done so much, but. . .” She let her voice trail off as she kept her eyes focused on anything but me.

“But what?” Leaning into the wall, I folded my arms. “I told you I was here to help, so ask.”

Kicking her foot at a pile of clothes on the floor, she stirred them with her toes. “I can't put these back on, do you have anything clean I could wear?”

Dragging a hand over my head, I reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Don't ever be afraid to ask me for anything. I brought you here and I plan on making sure you get what you need.”

Vera nodded, lowering her eyes to my chest.

Thumbing her jaw, her skin was soft as silk, her lips now holding a natural pink hue. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to taste how soft her lips looked, I wanted to feel her tongue on mine and her breath on my cheek.

Forcing my hand free from her jaw, I shook it by my side, opening and closing my fingers. Just touching her sent a shock to my system, numbing my hand. “I do, hold on, I'll get you something.”

Calm down, settle yourself.

Standing in my room, I pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Dipping my head into my chest, I stood there for a moment, clutching the drawer.

It was killing me that I was losing control, that my body was feeding my cock and taking over all my thoughts.

The girl was damaged, even though she couldn't see it yet. She might not remember what caused her so much pain, but it would come back.

And when it did, when those memories let loose and flooded her mind. . .

Nothing would be the same.

There would be no more smiles, no more giggling and wondering about small shit that didn't matter. Her world would collapse around her and swallow her whole.

Maybe I should just take her, maybe I should just free myself and take what I want.

Exhaling hard, I shut the drawer. The internal battle my body and mind were fighting was draining. It was hard enough to sit by her side and not touch her while she was sleeping. But now that she was awake, it made that meager and feeble voice grow in volume.

No.

Not like this.

Holding the clothes, I headed back towards the bathroom. I already knew what I had to do, it was following the orders to myself that was getting more difficult.

I'm going to toss her the stuff, say goodnight and walk away.

My mind was set, no more poking the bee's nest. The further I kept myself from her, the easier it would be to keep myself in check.

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