Page 126 of The Promise Of Rain
Holding my gaze, he walked into the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
Turning my back to him, I bent and arched my back while spitting into the sink and rinsing my mouth.
I dried my face and looked up.Catching his hard, hot gaze in the mirror, I froze.
“Uh oh,” I whispered, my hands braced on the counter.
He pushed off the wall.Without breaking our gaze, he trailed a finger down the length of my spine.
“You’ve had your fun, now I’m going to have mine,” he stated quietly.
I swallowed, a shiver chasing his finger as it trailed down over the cleft of my bottom.
He smiled, but it was hard, determined, and promised things my clenching core understood on a primitive level.
“This is what’s going to happen.You’re going to drop your panties right here on the floor, then you’re going to walk that naked ass to your bedroom and kneel on your bed with your legs spread.Your hands can rest at your sides, or you may clasp them behind your back.And you’re going to hold that position until I get there.”
Throat dry, I slowly pushed myself up to standing.“Is this—” I swallowed and tried again.“Is this the part where you get bossy and order me around?”
He nodded slowly.“That’s where we’re at.”
I dropped my gaze to the taps, getting lost in their shine as my mind spun.
Drop my panties?
Walk mynaked assto my bedroom?
I looked up in time to see his face soften slightly as he admitted, “I need this.”
Those words settled deep, calming me at the same time as they built the ache to please him.
His eyes caught fire, almost as if he could read my thoughts.
My need.
I hooked my fingers into the sides of my plain, white, serviceable underwear and his eyes dropped, his cheeks darkening as if I was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I slowly dragged my panties down over my hips.
His eyes flew up to meet mine and he growled, “Jenny, don’t tease.You might not like what that buys you.”
With a final push, I let them drop.
Pulling my shoulders back, I padded across the floor to my bedroom.
At my doorway, I stopped and looked over my shoulder.
He stood in the bathroom doorway, his erection tenting the front of his grey boxers, and gave me an approving nod.
I smiled and gave him a little shimmy, laughing when he grinned widely.
When I turned back around, the bathroom door closed.
Sucking in a deep, steadying breath, I folded my quilt to the bottom of my bed, smoothed out the sheets, and climbed onto the middle of my bed.
Rising to my knees, I slid my thighs apart and rested my palms on the outside of my thighs.
One minute passed, then two, but it felt like ten years.
