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A Long Time Coming (Cane Brothers, #3)(123)

Author:Meghan Quinn

“It doesn’t.” She shuts the door and turns on the shower.

After a few seconds, I knock on the door and say, “Need help in there?”

“Go away, Breaker.”

I chuckle and move over to her bedroom, where I sprawl across her bed and place my hands behind my head. I wait there for a few minutes, and when I hear the shower turn off, I prepare myself. It might be awkward for her, but I’m going to make it way less awkward.

The bathroom door opens, and she walks into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around her torso. Her hair isn’t wet, but little droplets careen down her chest.

“Oh my God,” she shouts as she stumbles back into the bedroom door. “I thought you left.”

“Lia, you know me better than that.” I let my eyes travel down her body and back up. “New outfit? I like it.”

She rolls her eyes and goes to her dresser, where she pulls out a pair of shorts and a shirt. I hop off the bed and walk up behind her just as she’s shutting her second drawer. She stills when she feels me.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I drag my finger over the slope of her neck.

“You had some water right here,” I say, my voice growing deeper than usual from a simple touch of her soft skin.

She turns around so her back is against the dresser, and she’s facing me. “That’s what towels are for,” she says. Her chest is rising and falling at a more rapid rate.

“Seems like you missed it,” I say and then move my finger along her collarbone. “And here, you missed some water here.”

“I was quick with drying off,” she says as she leans back against the dresser.

“Yeah, why was that?”

“I don’t know,” she answers as she wets her lips.

“Well, you did a shit job, because you have some water here too,” I say as I move my finger along the swell of her breast.

Her teeth roll over the bottom of her lip as her chest rises against my finger. I take that as a good sign and continue to push forward. I move my hand to where the towel is tucked under her arm and toy with it, seeing what her reaction would be. When she doesn’t say anything, I give it a soft tug, loosening the terrycloth.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Helping you dry off,” I say. “Unless you don’t want me to help. I’d be more than happy to just watch.”

“Why, uh, why would you want to watch?” she asks. She slips into the mood, just like that. Easier than I thought, but I still want to move at a snail’s pace with her because I don’t want to fuck this up. I have one chance to make her mine, one fucking chance, and I’m not going to forget patience this time.

“Because,” I answer as I tug on the towel again, loosening it all the way. The reason it’s still on her is because I’m holding it up, yet she makes no move to stop me. “I didn’t get a good look at those tits last night.”

And then, I release the towel, letting it fall to the ground between us. My eyes immediately fall to her breasts, and I grow hard instantly as I take all of her in.

Firm yet supple breasts with light pink nipples beaded to a point, entice my mouth. Her body curves in at her waist and flares at her hips. Petite, but just enough to grab on to. Her pussy is bare, which makes my mouth water even more, and as I drag my gaze back up to her face, I see the hunger she has in her mossy-green eyes.

“I need a better look,” I say as I take her hand in mine.

“Better look at what?” she asks as I walk her to the window of her bedroom and flip open the curtains. “Breaker,” she says as she recoils against my chest.

“They’re tinted. No one can see,” I whisper against her ear. That seems to relax her enough for me to gather both of her hands in mine and then lift them above her head and pin them against the floor-length window.

A gasp falls past her lips before she says, “Wh-What are you doing?”

“Drying you off,” I answer and then press her hands against the window. I speak directly into her ear as I say, “Don’t move these. Got it?”

“Breaker—”

“Got it?” I repeat, this time sterner.

She nods her head as she shakily says, “Yes.”

Satisfied she won’t move, I pick up her towel from near the dresser and walk back toward the window where she’s waiting.

I don’t rush. I take my time as I consume every inch of her with my eyes. This woman has absolutely captivated me from day one, and the fact she’s letting me see her like this and touch her is enough to make me go fucking crazy with desire.