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harshly as he pistoned his hips between her parted legs. He’d been struggling against a most unwelcome attraction to her, and seeing her so exposed in front of him was torturing his already intense need. Her legs were toned and strong, and her waist was small. She had perfect curves, and he wanted to run his hands over her shape so much he’d struggled to keep himself from panting as he watched her.
She’d not turned around to face him until he’d spoken to her, and even then, speaking was only his attempt to put a stop to his own reckless behavior. It did not stop him from taking his time looking at her front side. She had round breasts that were large and perky. Her nipples were small and pink against her supple skin, and when he finally let his eyes glance down to her sex, he stopped breathing. He had no idea if she noticed or not because he was too busy staring at her pussy. She was lightly haired, but she kept her hair trimmed short, and he could see the cleft of her lips. All he could think about was sliding his tongue between them and tasting her. He wanted to feel her wriggling under his mouth, and regardless of the desperate situation he knew she must be in, it didn’t seem to stop his mind from wanting her body. That was until she nearly collapsed against him.
As he held her on his lap and she breathed quietly against him, he felt like a shit. Whatever it was that was happening to this woman, it wasn’t good, and his attraction to her didn’t help in any way. Odd how much he suddenly wanted to help her. In truth, he’d never been opposed to helping her. He wasn’t such a prick that he found philanthropy a waste of his time, even if he acted like a dick most of the time. But he didn’t like the secrecy that came with helping her, and he hadn’t been handling it well. He still wasn’t. He was too much of a control freak to think he shouldn’t know everything he wanted to know about his damsel in distress.
When she suddenly sucked in a quick breath and her body came alive again, he tightened his hold on her and shushed her with his lips against her temple. “You’re fine.”
“You’re being oddly nice to me.”
His lips pulled up against the soft skin on the side of her face, and he chuckled. He really was being a bit of a softy at the moment.
“It’s hard to be rude to a naked woman in your shower.” He felt her laugh in the slight movement of her body against his. “You don’t have anywhere to stay do you?”
She stilled for a moment at his question, and then he felt her shake her head. “No.”
He could barely hear the word.
He pulled back from her slightly, and she looked up at him nervously. The movement pulled her breasts away from his chest. It had been hard enough to concentrate with her rock-hard nipples pressed to his chest through his thin T-shirt. Now it was downright impossible, and before he could stop himself, he glanced down to the tight, pink peaks that touched and tickled his shirt.
“How about you get dressed? This is a bit distracting for me.” And God he was hoping she couldn’t feel his raging hard-on that was sandwiched tight against her hip. Or maybe he did want her to feel it.
He waited outside the restroom for her, and ten minutes later she emerged dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black long sleeve shirt. Her hair was twisted into a loose bun at the back of her head, and it was wavy within the spirals of her bun. She looked so tired he was exhausted just seeing it on her face. Her eyes weren’t bright and open, and her shoulders were slumped.
“Come on.” He took her bag from her and led her through the shop, flipping off light switches as they moved through the building. His SUV was at the curb, and he helped her in. He was almost expecting an argument. She was a bit stubborn, after all, and God knew he was, but she didn’t say a word. She sank into the seat, and he rounded to the driver’s door and pulled away. “Are you
She’d not turned around to face him until he’d spoken to her, and even then, speaking was only his attempt to put a stop to his own reckless behavior. It did not stop him from taking his time looking at her front side. She had round breasts that were large and perky. Her nipples were small and pink against her supple skin, and when he finally let his eyes glance down to her sex, he stopped breathing. He had no idea if she noticed or not because he was too busy staring at her pussy. She was lightly haired, but she kept her hair trimmed short, and he could see the cleft of her lips. All he could think about was sliding his tongue between them and tasting her. He wanted to feel her wriggling under his mouth, and regardless of the desperate situation he knew she must be in, it didn’t seem to stop his mind from wanting her body. That was until she nearly collapsed against him.
As he held her on his lap and she breathed quietly against him, he felt like a shit. Whatever it was that was happening to this woman, it wasn’t good, and his attraction to her didn’t help in any way. Odd how much he suddenly wanted to help her. In truth, he’d never been opposed to helping her. He wasn’t such a prick that he found philanthropy a waste of his time, even if he acted like a dick most of the time. But he didn’t like the secrecy that came with helping her, and he hadn’t been handling it well. He still wasn’t. He was too much of a control freak to think he shouldn’t know everything he wanted to know about his damsel in distress.
When she suddenly sucked in a quick breath and her body came alive again, he tightened his hold on her and shushed her with his lips against her temple. “You’re fine.”
“You’re being oddly nice to me.”
His lips pulled up against the soft skin on the side of her face, and he chuckled. He really was being a bit of a softy at the moment.
“It’s hard to be rude to a naked woman in your shower.” He felt her laugh in the slight movement of her body against his. “You don’t have anywhere to stay do you?”
She stilled for a moment at his question, and then he felt her shake her head. “No.”
He could barely hear the word.
He pulled back from her slightly, and she looked up at him nervously. The movement pulled her breasts away from his chest. It had been hard enough to concentrate with her rock-hard nipples pressed to his chest through his thin T-shirt. Now it was downright impossible, and before he could stop himself, he glanced down to the tight, pink peaks that touched and tickled his shirt.
“How about you get dressed? This is a bit distracting for me.” And God he was hoping she couldn’t feel his raging hard-on that was sandwiched tight against her hip. Or maybe he did want her to feel it.
He waited outside the restroom for her, and ten minutes later she emerged dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black long sleeve shirt. Her hair was twisted into a loose bun at the back of her head, and it was wavy within the spirals of her bun. She looked so tired he was exhausted just seeing it on her face. Her eyes weren’t bright and open, and her shoulders were slumped.
“Come on.” He took her bag from her and led her through the shop, flipping off light switches as they moved through the building. His SUV was at the curb, and he helped her in. He was almost expecting an argument. She was a bit stubborn, after all, and God knew he was, but she didn’t say a word. She sank into the seat, and he rounded to the driver’s door and pulled away. “Are you
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