Page 77 of Innocent Intentions

Her breasts.

Full, heavy, tipped with dusky rose nipples so tight, they beg for my mouth. Whether it’s from the open shower stall or from my presence, I don’t know.

I pray it’s the latter.

The need to touch her, taste her, bite her, overwhelms me.

Precum leaks from my tip.

I force my eyes lower, only because I know what I’ll find.

Her soft belly. I can already imagine the way it would move if I took her from above. The thought alone is nearly enough to break my restraint.

And then, paradise.

I inhale sharply, instinctively.

She found the razors. She’s bare. I wouldn’t care if she wasn’t. Margot could be covered in hair, and I’d still be brought to my knees. But now, there’s nothing between me and the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

And I know the difference between shower water and slick arousal.

Her thighs glisten with arousal. I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already wet for me.

At the sound of my inhale, she snaps out of her trance and scrambles to cover herself. Her right arm crosses over her perfectbreasts while her left hand drops over her core, blocking my view.

I knock her hands away.

“Never hide your body from me.” It’s a growl. A command. One she will obey.

She hesitates, still fighting me.

I narrow my eyes.

She huffs but lowers her arms.

“Good girl.” I murmur.

Her blush deepens, spreading across her chest.

I take my time now, admiring the rest of her.

Those hips. Wide, made for my hands. Made for me to hold while I thrust into her.

My fingers twitch as I force myself not to grab her.

Her thick thighs. The ones that will wrap around my waist and keep me locked inside her.

She squeezes them together, rubbing them, trying to relieve the ache. Trying to hide her arousal.

That won’t do.

I step into the shower, fully clothed, letting the hot water flow freely over me. Her eyes widen as the distance between us closes. Every step I take forward, she matches with one backwards, until she’s pressed up against the wall. I trap her with arms on either side of her head.

I wedge my leg between hers, forcing them apart.

Heat. Slickness.

Even through my slacks, I can feel how wet she is. I don’t bother swallowing my groan.

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