Page 89 of Bewitch

“Commando. Of course.” I laugh and shake my head in wonder. “I should’ve known.”

Lucas winks. “You should’ve, yes.”

He drops his shorts to his ankles and steps out of them.

His cock. I felt it stirring during that last couple move, and my eyes widen.

“Like what you see?”

“I… I was able to hook my ankles around you.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t even stop to wonder if I could or not. I just did it. I… I wouldn’t have been able to… before…”

He brushes some of my stray hair back before reaching for my ponytail. Gently, he removes the tie, again making me think he’s done this before, because he knows to hold the hair instead of just yanking on the tie.

“Don’t worry so much about before,” he murmurs. “Don’t think about after either. Just live in the here and now.”

“Here and now,” I whisper as I stretch out the arm that had been covering myself so I can rest my palm over his chest.

I can feel his heart against my hand. His heart is racing.

He wants me. He’s as eager as I am.

He’s right here for the taking.

I should leave right now, grab my clothes and bolt and leave him with blue balls, but I’m too horny. I’m as desperate as he is, as eager, and I want him. I might not have a cock that announces just how ready I am, but between my legs, he could feel it from my slickness.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

I swallow hard. Not trusting myself to speak, I nod.

He reaches up and cups my face. I turn my face to kiss his palm, and he flashes me that bewitching smile of his before turning away from me to the shower. Lucas adjusts the water, and I step back, admiring the way the muscles in his back move. He is one incredible specimen of a man.

Then, he turns back to me. “The water is nice and hot.”

“Just like you,” I say, almost humming.

He smiles, and I avert my gaze. How arrogant must you be to accept a compliment so easily? Or is that healthy and I’m the odd one because I hate compliments and never believe them?

“After you,” he murmurs.

I step into the water, and he’s right. The water is nice, so very hot, almost the perfect temperature.

And then he joins me in the shower, and the temperature skyrockets. The water pounds at my back as he advances on me. Not that there’s much room at all for me to step bac.

Not that I want to leave.

Soon.

Maybe.

His lips are on mine again, and there’s a tentativeness again that makes me wonder what game he’s playing at. I rest my hands on his shoulders and then move them down his chest. His muscles are so hard, so strong, and I keep moving my hands down until my fingers tickle against his nipples.

“You’re…” He sucks in a breath and bites his lower lip.

“You’re so hard,” I whisper, leaning forward.

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