One Dirty Night

Every part of me melted.

Seeing him self-pleasure.

Watching him masturbate…

The act set fire to my blood, and moisture gathered between my legs.

I couldn’t speak as he groaned softly, barely audible over the spray of water. His hips thrust into his hand, so close to making himself come.

I didn’t want him to come.

I wanted to be the one who did that. I wanted to take him again, to make him a part of me. If he climaxed now, it would siphon down the drain and be an empty release. With me, it could be a new beginning.

Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Don’t.”

He froze for a millisecond before spinning to face me, his hand still around his cock and eyes flared. His stomach muscles, so smooth and defined, caught rivulets of water, turning the droplets into a merry-go-round of swirls and lines before journeying down his powerful legs.

My breathing turned shallow.

He…he’s stunning.

How could he keep his sexuality hidden beneath a drab lab coat? How had I ever been so stupid not to notice?

“What the fuck, Ella? Get out.” He tried to cover himself with his other hand, flinching a little as he battled not to finish.

He was close.

I knew that now because he’d come in me twice.

I knew his tells.

I knew his triggers.

I also knew that if I answered him—if I spoke a single word, he’d most likely throw me out of the bathroom and never speak to me again.

So…I dropped to my knees.

I opened my mouth.

And I looked up at him, kneeling on the bathmat as the shower spritzed me from the open door. My nipples pebbled. My chest rose and fell with nerves, but my eyes never left Nick’s. I didn’t look at his hard cock. I didn’t drop my stare. If I did, the spell would be broken. And I had every intention of weaving whatever magic I could around him so he forgot about his stupid nobility not to be with me. Forgot that he wanted to push me away. Forgot why love was the worst pain in the world but also the pain I would gladly pay to deserve him.

Gritting his teeth, his eyes dropped to my parted lips. “You shouldn’t be in here.” Brimstone flared in his hazel gaze, turning them a vibrant green with lust. His thighs twitched, and his cock jerked in his fist. Tension thickened around us. So, so much tension. Sharp and slicing, prickly and poignant.

Desire crippled me.

Need corrupted me.

“Are you going to say anything?” he snarled.

I merely lowered my chin and licked my lips.

“Jesus Christ.” He sucked in a breath as his gaze dropped from my mouth to his cock.

I waited for him to kick me out. To revert back to the icy bastard from before, already choking on tears of his denial.

But then…

He stepped closer.