“Rosie, mi ángel,” I rasped out, turning my body. Letting her see all of me because I was at her mercy. I wasn’t even ashamed when I told her, “This is what you do to me.”
Her throat bobbed and I saw her whole body reacting to the sight. At me naked, stroking myself under the water stream. The green in her eyes liquefied. Her blush spread. Her mouth turned into a beautiful O I was already fantasizing about. Over my skin, around my hardness, on my mouth.
My cock got harder.
“I can’t stop,” I said, my voice gravel, desperate, forcing my hand to slow down.
Rosie’s gaze met mine. “Don’t stop.” Those glassy eyes confirming that she wasn’t appalled by my lack of control. Not at all. She was excited, flattered. In need. “I heard a cry, and I thought you were hurt.”
I let my forehead drop to the glass door of the shower, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “I am in pain, ángel.” I pushed away, straightening my back, looking at her straight in her eyes, giving her a show if that was what she wanted. “So much I had to fuck myself.”
She shifted, her gaze returning to my fist. My cock. And I stroked myself harder. Bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes moved lower, and I saw the shock, the concern, in her eyes when she noticed the scar on my knee.
“Eyes up, Rosie,” I commanded. I was ready to detonate like a goddamn bomb and I wanted her with me.
She obeyed. And soon, her hand absentmindedly going to her chest, her palm moving down to rest between her breasts.
“You like what you see, Rosie?” I asked her, enraptured by the look of bliss on her face. “You like seeing me like this? Being responsible for it?”
She nodded her head. “So much.”
Fuck.
“Rosie,” I gritted between my teeth. “Rosie. The things I want to tell you. To do to you.”
She swallowed, and we were suspended in time for a long moment. Then, slowly, very slowly, she let the keys drop to the floor. She opened her coat, revealing the plaid button-down shirt I’d watched her put on that morning. Very delicately, like we weren’t in a rush, and she didn’t know that I was about to come out of my skin with pure lust, she let her coat fall to the floor.
“We’re past playing coy. Tell me everything,” she said, meeting my gaze with something that did mad, crazy things to me. “I want to hear it. I want you to watch me like I’m watching you.”
A groan rumbled in my chest, climbing up my throat and leaving me in a burst. “You want me to tell you how to tease your beautiful body the way I would? Want to give me a show and make me crazy like only you can?”
She nodded, her eyes tipping down to my fist, and back up to my face.
I felt myself baring my teeth, the beast unbound, severing and slipping out of the leash.
“Unbutton that shirt,” I instructed, and she did, tugging hard at the neckline of her shirt. So hard that the two top buttons snapped and dropped to the floor, revealing a cotton bra. I let out a grunt of desperation at the sight. “Bring that hand back to your breast.”
She did, and my pulse sprinted, my cock throbbing in my fist.
Rosie whimpered, palming her breast while she never stopped watching me.
“You’re in pain, too, Rosie.” I exhaled through my nose, my eyes raking her body and drinking in the needy motions, wanting out of this shower. “You’re hurting and we can’t have that.”
She nodded and I swallowed, wishing it was my hand around her breast. My fingers on her. My tongue on that rosy peak I needed to see.
My voice dropped when I spoke next. “Bring down the bra.” And turned into nothing more than a rasp when I continued, “Let me look at you, preciosa.”
The sight of her breast, with her standing there, panting with her shirt half open, could have brought me to my knees, but instead it broke something else. My restraint to stay away. To keep myself at bay.
Gritting my teeth, I opened the shower door with one hand as I teased my shaft with the other. Her gaze dropped again, and she let out a whimper. “Do this to your nipple, Rosie. With your palm, then your fingers.”
Rosie did as instructed, and she moaned again, her eyes fluttering closed for an instant only to open back up and zero in on me with a hunger that I knew mirrored the one etched in my face.
“This isn’t enough,” I grunted.
I stepped forward, ready to get out of this shower and fuck her against the floor like a goddamn animal, forgetting all the reasons why I shouldn’t. But Rosie moved at the same time, desperate need pouring out of her as she slipped out of her shoes and stalked in my direction, joining me under the stream of water, drenching her clothes. Her palm fell on my chest and red exploded behind my eyes.