Page 63 of Ruling Scar
He comes back out, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, holding a small towel. Wordlessly, he wipes my hand off and then goes back to the bathroom.
I shiver in the cold morning air, but I can’t move. I lift up slightly, trying to peek into the bathroom. He catches the movement and leans out the doorway.
“Yes?” he asks.
My lips part, no words coming out.
He goes back to his morning routine.
What the hell?
“Elijah!” I complain.
“Huh?” he voices from the bathroom.
“Why are you being an asshole?”
“Me?” He pops his head back out. “What are you talking about?”
I rub my thighs together, his eyes narrowing at the movement.
“Do you need something, Leonora?”
Out of stubbornness, I want to say no. But he knows otherwise.
Still naked, he steps toward the end of the bed, my chin tilting to stare up at him.
“If you need something, Leonora, you only have to ask.”
I’m going to kill this man.
“Elijah,” I mutter, my belly tightening.
He cocks his head, listening.
“I don’t need your help.”
That only makes his brow lift in interest. “Really? Well, go on then.”
I try to swing my legs off the bed but he catches my ankle. “You don’t want to go off to work frustrated and aroused.”
Another noise catches in the back of my throat.
I don’t understand what he wants from me, but his steel eyes dig into me. Heat furls under my skin as I rub my thighs together.
Elijah watches, his gaze laser-focused on the movement. “That’s not going to get you very far.”
He leans forward, placing his hand on the edge of the mattress. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
I shake my head, clenching my thighs together. He knocks them apart and I about die at how close his face is to the most sensitive part of me.
“Your pussy is begging to be touched, Leonora. Do it.”
The last two words have my hand reaching for myself. Once again, I don’t know what to do. I’m not a stranger to pleasuring myself, but never with an audience.
My finger drags against my folds, his gray eyes honing in on every move I make. Up and down, I drag my finger and he cocks his head to the side.
I rub my clit, the movement light and shy in the face of his brazen staring.
