Page 35 of Run to Me
Her dark hair is dripping wet and hangs down her back and shoulders. The small towel barely covers her body, and I can see water dripping from her hair onto her cleavage which gives me the sudden urge to walk over to her and lick the water from her body.
Fucking get it together, man.
She’s looking down at her feet, and I need to announce my presence before she goes ahead and drops that towel with me here, because then I really won’t be able to control myself.
This girl is fucking gorgeous, and just the sight of her wet from the shower with her legs on display has me hard as steel.
I clear my throat and her head snaps up. Her eyes meet mine and I mustn’t be doing very well at hiding the raging lust I’m feeling right now because her cheeks turn bright pink and she opens and closes her mouth, seemingly at a loss for words.
Fuck, she’s so goddamn adorable.
After a few more seconds of silence, since I can’t for the fucking life of me figure out how to speak, she seems to gather herself and murmurs, “You’re here.”
“I’m here, angel,” I say, my voice is gruff, and I clear my throat before continuing, “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”
I stand and leave the room before I do something that I can’t take back. I can’t be trusted around her when the only thing separating me from that sexy as hell body of hers is a towel that would take less than two seconds to remove.
She doesn’t take long to get dressed, and she appears in the kitchen wearing leggings and an oversized hoodie.
A hoodie that looks like it does not belong on her small frame.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I bark.
Her brows wrinkle in confusion, and I’m not pissed enough to not note how fucking cute it is.
“A hoodie and leggings?”
“Whose hoodie, angel?”
Her eyes widen comically before she swallows.
“Huh?” she says and licks her lips nervously. The action sends a bold of red-hot lust straight to my cock, but I try my best to ignore my raging hard on as I stare at her.
She runs a hand down her face while sighing.
“It’s my college boyfriends, okay? I haven’t seen him in years, but it’s comfy so I still wear it.”
“Nope, not fucking okay,” I mutter before reaching for my hoodie at the back of my head, pulling it over my head and strolling towards her.
I grab the bottom of the hoodie she’s wearing and rip it off in one swift notion.
“Enzo!” Her voice is nothing but a ringing in my ears as I look down at her. I didn’t think for a fucking second that she wouldn’t be wearing anything underneath it.
Fuck me.
Her skin looks so fucking creamy and smooth, her peaked nipples begging me to wrap my lips around them, scrape them a little with my teeth, maybe—
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to get it together.
“Sorry,” I murmur and pull my hoodie over her head, shielding her body from me.
I back away from her and take a seat at the kitchen island as she stares as me with wild eyes. I can’t tell if she’s just shocked or pissed, but I really need her to fucking say something right now to distract myself from all the blood that’s rushed to my cock in the last few minutes.
She shuffles where she’s standing for a moment before taking a seat opposite me.
“How was… your night? Your day? I don’t know what to say right now,” she says nervously as she avoids eye contact with me. That’s the worst thing she could do, I need to see her eyes so I can gauge her mood.
“Look at me, angel,” I say softly, and her eyes meet mine. She looks nervous, a little curious but not mad. Thank fuck for that, I don’t know what the hell I would do if my angel was mad at me. I’m used to having people’s anger directed at me, but hers? I wouldn’t be able to take it.