Page 40 of Yearn
Yes. Look at it. Do you like the size of it? Do you want to touch it?
My shoulders rolled back.
Water still traced down my torso, cutting through the grooves of muscle I’d carved from years of training. I wanted her to see that too—to know I wasn’t just tall, I was built tocarryher.That I could throw her over my shoulder if I wanted, pin her wrists above her head with one hand, lift her onto my cock and make her ride me until she forgot all her worries.
She was soft where I was hard, curves where I was carved.
That contrast was dopamine in my bloodstream, a chemical high I could never detox from.
Her body was made for my grip, my strength. And every inch of me wanted to show her.
She must have understood that fact too because for several minutes silence ran between us.
Normal people would’ve filled the quiet with nervous laughs or excuses.
A joke about the hour.
A question about the weather.
Anything to break it.
But we weren’t normal.
The silence between us wasn’t awkward.
It was thick.
Heavy.
Lust-filled.
Alive.
My cock pulsed under the towel, veins straining, as if it could sense her hesitation, her need.
She pressed her lips together like she was holding back a sound, like some part of her wanted to moan and betray herself.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and dark.
We didn’t say it.
We didn’t name it.
But we both knew.
Something was happening here that went beyond tenant and landlord, beyond polite dinners and shared breakfasts.
Something raw.
Something neither of us was ready to admit but both of us were already drowning in.
And Christ—I wanted to be the one who dragged her under.
My pulse hammered so loud in my ears I almost wanted to grab her wrist, press her palm flat to my chest, and let herfeel how arrhythmic she made me. The hobby cardiologist in me catalogued the symptoms—spiked blood pressure, dilated pupils, shortened breaths. But none of that science could capture the savage worship flooding me.
Her lips parted, and then she tried for a tease. “You should probably put some pants on.”
But her eyes didn’t move away from my muscles, betraying her true desires.
