Page 40 of Killer's Obsession
“This shower is big enough for both of us,” she says, then immediately blushes, as if realizing the implication of her words.
My cock twitches at the thought. “That it is, Pet.”
The sound of a car door slamming outside breaks the moment. “That’ll be Vex with our stuff,” I tell her. “We should go help.”
For the next hour, we unload the van and carry boxes into the house. Memphis insists on helping despite my protests that she doesn’t need to lift anything heavy. She’s a stubborn little shit.
“You want a tour?” she asks him once all the boxes have been brought inside.
“Nah, I gotta get back,” he says, glancing at me with a smirk. “I’m sure you two want to... settle in.”
Memphis blushes, and I resist the urge to punch Vex in his smug face.
“Thanks for the help,” I tell him instead, walking him to the door.
“No problem, brother.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Enjoy the new digs.”
“Babe, where do you want these?” she calls from the bedroom. Jogging up the steps, I find her standing next to the bed holding up a box labeled ‘Killer’s stuff’.
There it is again—babe. She’s been calling me that more often this week, and every time she does, it makes keeping my hands to myself even harder. My restraint is hanging by a fucking thread.
“Anywhere’s fine.”
I’ve tried to be careful with her. Tried to keep my distance, not pushing, waiting for her to be ready. But the tension between us has been building all week, and now we’re here, alone in our house, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
She’s looking at me strangely, her head tilted to the side. “Killer? You okay?”
I realize I’ve been staring. “Yeah.” I lick my bottom lip.
Her smile turns shy, and I notice a subtle shift in her demeanor. She’s fidgeting slightly, like she’s nervous about something.
“You okay, Pet?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
She bites her lip, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting my eyes again. Then, without warning, she reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it over her head in one smooth motion.
My breath catches in my throat as she turns to face me, standing there in a deep red lace bra that makes her pale skin glow in the late afternoon light filtering through the windows.
“Memphis...” Her name comes out as a hoarse whisper.
She takes a step toward me, her eyes never leaving mine as her hands move to the button of her jean shorts. “I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she says, her voice quiet but steady. “About us.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The shorts slide down her legs, revealing matching red lace panties that barely cover anything at all. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and my cock hardens instantly against my zipper.
“What are you doing, Pet?” I ask carefully, though it’s painfully obvious what she’s doing.
Fuck me.
She’s fucking perfect.
She takes another step closer, now just an arm’s length away. “Taking back my power,” she says. “Starting with what I want.”
My hands curl into fists at my sides to keep from reaching for her. “And what do you want?”
“You.”
Something inside me snaps. In two strides, I’m in front of her, pulling her against me, my mouth crashing down on hers. She melts into me, arms winding around my neck as her body presses against mine.
