Page 7 of Garnish with a Candy Cane
I can’t help my shiver when one of his hands slides to my back and the other caresses over my shoulder. So slow and erotic I force myself not to lean into his touch. After a glorious second, he stops stroking me and somehow gently but firmly nudges me about a foot over.
“Watch out, baby girl.”
Panties. Wet. Again. Until he jams his huge shoulder into the wood and busts through the lock. The peeling white paint flakes off and drifts down to the matted gray carpet like dingy snowflakes from the force. “Oh my god!”
He doesn’t seem to care that he just broke my door. Only mutters under his breath about my shitty neighborhood and unsafe apartment. While I’m furious that now I have to find a way to fix the damage. “What am I going to do?”
He seems angry although I’m the one who should be furious. Surprisingly his palm caressing my blazing cheek is tender. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Just get your shower.”
This is madness and has gone way too far. “No. You just need to go. I don’t–”
“You’ve got…” He holds up his wrist, tapping on a watch that probably cost more than a year at Serenity Terrace. “…thirty-six minutes. Are you really going to spend them arguing with me?”
I think – no, I know – he’s the most infuriating man I’ve ever met. Some kind of frustrated weird growl scream bubbles in my mouth making him laugh. He points toward the back of my apartment with a powerful finger that not that long ago was making me moan. Dang him.
“Go.”
I go because of Nananothim. I’ll have to brush my teeth in the shower and wash crazy fast, but I refuse to be late. Or spend even a second wondering what I would do if he broke down the bathroom door too while I’m naked on the other side.
A casual girl like her probably only takes about thirty minutes to get ready. Maybe even less since she’s in a hurry. I slide out my phone and text the guys with instructions. Giving me something to fill my time while I wait. Normally I’m too impatient to stand around, but I force myself to be resourceful and work, with her finally getting her cute ass together and me trying not to think about her naked in the shower ten feet away.
The door swings open again after eight minutes. So I was off by a few and thank fuck I was. She’s back, and she’s beautiful. Her shining face is bright pink as if freshly scrubbed while the long damp strands of her hair weigh heavy on the yellow towel wrapped tight around her slender body. Protecting her from my gaze as well as my touch while she races to her bedroom, never once glancing my way.
That’s okay. I’ll have plenty of time later to enjoy seeing her intimate beauty. Now I need to clean up too. Although I’d rather have taken a shower with her, I know she would freak out even more than she has already. So I bide my time and strip down, climbing in the narrow stall steamy and saturated with the rich scent of frosted cranberries from her body wash. Guess I’m going to smell sweet and tart too. I scrub down but have no luck controlling my cock stirred up again from the reminder of her wet, bare, and sugar scented.
I hustle to rinse and dry off since I don’t want to be the one to make us late. Apparently, she’s not as comfortable with me taking a shower as I am when I stride to the living room to get the clothes I requested from Cedric. Without a word between them, he stands in the trashed doorway with a smirk and an outfit for me watching her as she gasps and covers her eyes with her small fingers. Mind-blowing in a dark green dress with tiny straps I can’t wait to drag down her arms, before she ruins the image and slips on the cardigan hanging from her other hand.
“Oh my god! You’re naked!”
Obviously, our definitions of naked are very different from each other. But I look down just in case I missed something in my haste. “I’m wearing a towel.”
She doesn’t find my double check amusing and hightails her pert ass out of the room. Only to return a second later with a raging blush that pretty much gives me a raging hard on again.
“There’s a gun on my vanity.”
Can’t very well take a shower with a Glock. I dismiss my bodyguard and slide my hand around her narrow waist, guiding her back to the bathroom. We need to keep moving despite her protests of my presence and of my weapon. “I’m protecting you.”
“This is out of control.”
Hopeful from her whisper that I’m wearing her down. All the shrieks evaporate from her words, and she doesn’t offer any more arguments. Just quietly steps inside, glued to the wall to keep as far from me and my firearm as possible.
“Can you give me my detangler please?”
She points to the top drawer. After giving her the blue bottle, I grab one of the three pink and white toothbrushes still in their packages resting on the bottom as well as the toothpaste. I brush while she combs. Standing side by side in the tiny space feels good. Although she doesn’t seem to enjoy the same comfort as me. I smile while she frowns. What I really hate is when I catch her eyes in our refection and she flicks her gaze to the band on her wrist that she uses to twist up her long strands in a wild bun on the back of her head.
I like how simple she is, how natural. Doesn’t slather a bunch of shit on her face or in her hair. She’s absolutely stunning without any of those unnecessary embellishments. Me, on the other hand, need a shave but I guess a little scruff won’t hurt. I pull on my shirt and find her staring at me on the other side with an expression I can’t figure out. Almost a cross between desire and fear. I l definitely want to increase the first and eliminate the second. “You can watch if you want.”
Her eyes clench shut before she twists around and races out again. “N-no. I’m getting my shoes.”
I love the way she lies. If I hadn’t teased her she totally would have watched me drop my towel. My only difficulty is getting my cock calmed down so I can fasten my jeans. “Come on Duchess. We’ve got ten minutes.”
She appears instantly from my reminder. “I’m ready.”
“You’re gorgeous.” I kiss her cheek, breathe her in, and grab her hand. “And we’re not going to be late.”
That confirmation makes her smile, and I know I’ve got her.
As much as I want to deny the reality, he’s got me.
