Page 39 of Risks of Temptation
The red brightens on her cheeks. She tightens her arms around me.
God, I want to kiss her.
Dirty old man.
"Ummm..." She licks her lips. "I need to get the stench off me."
I honestly have no idea what she's talking about. I'd bottle up her smell and sniff it all day long if I could. "Hold on, ma belle." My toiletries pouch is secure around my wrist. I unzip it, grab the soap, then zip it back up. I step forward a few more feet so she's in water to her shoulders, and rub the soap in my hands. "Don't let go of me."
"I won't."
I slowly slide my hands down her arms, watching her chest rise and fall faster. Her eyes become heavy, and her breaths shorten.
I slip the soap over her back. "How clean do you want to get?" I trace the slit of her ass over her bikini.
Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
I want to ravish you to pieces.
In French, I say, "I'm a dirty old man, and you're killing my cock, sexy little girl."
She frowns, and I freeze.
"I'm not a little girl."
My gut flips. I said a lot of inappropriate things to her when I rubbed arnica on her.
That entire scenario was inappropriate.
Does she understand the word cock in French?
"You know French?"
"No. Well, only a few words and phrases. You called me a little girl."
"It's a compliment."
"Is it?" She raises her eyebrows defiantly.
"Yes. You look no older than twenty-four."
She glares, as if she hates me. "I'm thirty-five. I'm a woman, not a child."
"I know that."
"Do you?"
"What's this really about?"
She furrows her brows and turns away.
Naomi.
"Does this have something to do with your sister?"
She turns back to me. Her hands tremble, and she says, "I'm so tired of everyone trying to keep me in a bubble and not treating me like a woman."
I trace the outline of her suit on her ass cheek with my hand and lower my voice. "You think I've treated you like a child?" I slip it under the thin material and over the curve.
