Page 17 of By Candlelight

Oh dear lord.

Was he…?

No.

Moan.

Yep, yes he was.

This man was touching himself. In the bed that I slept in last night. And from the sound of things, he just had a miraculous finish. Why was I so turned on by that?

Oh god, I was standing at the door while he did it like some kind of voyeur. I needed to move. If I could only get my feet to work.

The door swung open, causing a yelp to rise up out of my throat.Too late.

Drew stood there, his pants up but unzipped, his face flushed, and a look of pure rage on his face.

I backed myself up as far as I could go, which wasn’t far because my butt quickly hit the wall on the other side of the hallway. Drew followed me step for step and now stood so close, I was sure our bodies would touch if I breathed too hard.

“Can I help you with something?”

“I…” I lost all ability to talk, apparently. But for some curious reason, my hand did something completely on its own. Not a single brain cell controlled it as it lifted up, fisted the front of Drew’s shirt, and pulled him closer to me.

His eyes, still full of rage, ignited with something even stronger. I didn’t exactly know what that was, but I could tell it was dangerous. And I wanted it.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

My voice still didn’t work, but I lifted my chin up, defiant. I’d never been defiant in my life.

The right side of his lip turned up into the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen in my life.

He crowded me. His big, tall body taking up all the space in front of, and around mine. He boxed me in with his hands, placing them on the wall on either side of my head. His pelvis was almost flush against me.

But that was still too far away.

I thrusted my hips up and against him as I pulled on his shirt, effectively leaving no doubt as to the fact that my body wanted him.

He growled. Deep in his throat. And I was a goner.

“What do you think you’re doing, Mia?”

Instead of speaking (yet again) I let my body do the talking. I slid my hand from its grasp on Drew’s shirt, slowly, painstakingly slowly down his hard abs, over the open waist of his jeans, and down to his crotch, where I cupped a very much still hard as steel erection.

This man was either made of stronger stuff than most, or he hadn’t finished his alone time. Either way, I thought I was lucky to perhaps reap the benefits of it. I gave the tiniest squeeze and Drew’s eyes screwed shut.

He thrusted against me.

“I’m no good, Mia.” He looked down to where I still cupped his dick. I looked down too, and reveled in the power I felt. My hand looked so tiny in comparison the the bulge he was sporting. And he vibration from his uneven breath and jerky muscles had me feeling all sorts of needy.

But he was trying to get me to be the one to either decide to do this or back off. I’d already showed my hand. I wasn’t about to back down now. I took a breath and found my voice.

“I think you’re plenty good. But we don’t have to be good, right?”

I squeezed my hand again and he moaned, before thrusting into my touch again. He looked down at me, dragging his eyes slowly up my body before landing on my face again.

“You're a pretty little thing and I’m the big bad wolf.” He brought his hand off the wall and onto my chest, sliding it up until he wrapped it around my neck. “But this is no fairytale, baby.”

He squeezed, and my mouth popped open in surprise.

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