Page 145 of The Invite
Serenity washes over me as I run a possessive gaze down Nessa’s naked form.
She’s a siren incarnate, custom-made to lure in a devil like me. All lush curves, milky fair skin, and long black hair touching the dips in her hips that I want to trace with my tongue.
Her hands brush the wet strands away from her beautiful face as she tips her head back toward the water. Licking her lips, she washes the suds sticking to her hard nipples.
It sends all the blood in my veins rushing south as her palms graze the pink tips and roll them once before letting go. It causes her tits to bounce enticingly and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
Leaning my shoulder against the door, I stare at her.
Never in my life have I wished for the time to slow down until now.
She’s still oblivious to my presence and the growing mixture of hunger and desire that I’m always trying to rein in around her.
I’ve failed each time.
My rapt gaze travels back to her closed eyes as she lowers her head and lets the hot stream rain down on her spine, basking in the heat.
What is she thinking?
What secrets is she hiding?
What brought her to this town?
I crave to know it all and chain her to my side until whatever spell she’s cast on me wears off. I can fantasize all I want about keeping her forever, but nothing long can last between us. She doesn’t fit into my plans.
A hollow fantasy is all it is.
No one will elect me as mayor if I date my teacher or have a history with her. She thinks I’m bad for her, and that is true. However, she’s just as bad for me.
As soon as the threat of Anonymous is gone from our lives, I’m ending this chase once and for all. Until then, I’m going to get her out of my system. Maybe then the infatuation will vanish.
As if she can finally sense my dark thoughts, her eyes blink open and her head turns my way. A shiver jolts her nude body and instinct has her covering her tits and between her thighs.
Every inch of her is seared into my brain from the small freckles on her nose to her little pink-tipped toes.
Straightening from my perch, I close the gap in two quick steps. She wobbles backward, her spine connecting with the tiled wall. Her expression is guarded and sharp on mine, waiting for me to pounce.
It’s what I’ve always done whenever she’s bare and vulnerable.
Not today, though.
The shower spray soaks my arm when I lean forward and turn the knob, shutting it.
“Come here,” I softly order her while snatching the towel from the nearby hook.
“I can dry myself.”
I stay quiet and unmoving.
With an annoyed huff, she does as she’s told and avoids my pleased expression to glare at my chest. I wrap the towel around her shoulders and tug. A gasp slips past her pouty lips and her hands land on my torso.
I wrap one around her waist, holding her flush to me and not caring she’s dampening my clothes. With the other, I tip her chin up.
“Lose the attitude,” I murmur, pulling at her bottom lip. “Or I’ll stop playing nice.”
“Barging into my bathroom while I’m showering isn’t playing nice. Neither is treating me like a hostage in my own house.”
“Will a captor take you shopping and buy you food?”
