Page 29 of Losing Forever
An hour and a half later, I hit the shower. Cold water runs over my skin, cooling my body temperature. I pushed myself hard with weights and a long run on the treadmill, but I feel good, relaxed.
To assure I’m depleted of all sexual energy, I give myself a little one-handed relief. Images of Braylee naked beneath me fill my head, her light-blue eyes staring up at me, her delicate fingers in my hair as she rocks her hips against me in abandonment.
I continue with the fantasy until her name rips from my lips with a crushing orgasm.
The door bursts open, and Braylee whirls into the bathroom, a frenzied look on her gorgeous face.
“Grayson?”
My name on her plump lips is almost too much. If I hadn’t just come in the shower, I would be as hard as a rock.
I don’t move, not wanting to scare her—considering my hand is still gripping my dick. She hasn’t noticed, her wide eyes locked on mine.
“You screamed my name. I thought you were hurt.” Her gaze travels south.
I should turn around, but the thought of her seeing my dick in my hand and knowing what I just did has me staying still. I want to see her reaction. So much for me trying to be good.
Those blue orbs trail down my abs and keep going. She licks her lips, and I blink the water from my eyes to make sure I’m seeing clearly.Her gaze lands on my dick, and it grows in my hand—my workout and jerk-off no match for the effect she has on me.
Her full lips part with a silent, “Oh,” and her cheeks turn rosy.
Christ. I’m going to have to jerk off to thoughts of that mouth on my cock before I get out of here.
Recognition shows in her eyes.“Were you just...? And you said my name?”
She wants to talk? Now? Little Miss Standoffish is curious. That's going to make this living situation even more difficult.
“Wanna come in?” I ask for the helluvit.
Those eyes get big again. They snap to my face. “In the shower with you?”
“You know what I look like naked. It’s only fair you return the favor,” I tease and wait for her to run from the small, steamy room.
She doesn’t, and I'm amazed. Could Braylee have a kinky side hidden behind that well-guarded mind of hers?
Her mouth moves, but no sound comes out. She tries again. “I...I took an Uber here.”
“From the office?” Why the fuck would she do that?
Playtime is over.
I shut off the water and grab thetowel I hung over the glass enclosure. Tying it around my waist, I step out of the shower and stand in front of her.
She backs up a step until she meets the wall.
Now she’s shy?“Bray. It’s not safe to use Uber.” Her brows tighten, so I explain. “You’re an attractive young woman with zero defense. You don’t know who's picking you up when you call an Uber. It could be someone interested in giving you more than a ride in his car.”
Her features relax with a laugh. “I only use experienced Uber drivers with a good record and at least a year of driving. Besides, my driver was a woman. In a minivan.” She rests her hand on her hip and juts her chin, looking cute as hell and incredibly kissable.
“That’s even worse.” I step closer and stare down at her beautiful face.
“How is that worse?” Her voice goes high, like she can’t believe what I’m saying.
Just like I can’t believe she’s still in here with me.“She could be working for a sex trafficker. The nice lady with the minivan could have drugged you and driven you to a secret location, never to be seen again.” I rest my arm on the wall above her head. “And I’d have to spend the rest of my life searching for you and use the dirty money I swore I’d never touch to hire an army of investigators and Liam Neeson so we can save you from being taken.”
A smile hikes up the corners of her mouth, but she works to tamp it down. “Uber is safer than it used to be, and Liam Neeson is just an actor. He doesn’t really rescue people who’ve been taken.”
“That you know of,” I tease. “He could be a badass in real life and landed the role because of his previous experience. That’s how Jackie Chan got his start in the movies. Bruce Lee, too.”
