Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
My dick hardens as I walk behind her, watching as she grips the oil rubbed bronze doorknob to the bathroom but then looks back at me for permission. My head nods on its own, somehow able to function even though internally I’m tortured by what I’m doing to her.
The light brightens the room and reflects off of the white marble tile. Everything is white and sterile in the bathroom, except for the black penny tile arranged in an ordered fashion on the floor. Even the curtain to the claw foot tub is a simple white.
She lets her fingers glide along the granite counter to the sink and I take a step through the door to get in with her. My blood heats as I close the space between us and she turns around to face me, surprised.
I’ll give her what she needs, and she’ll give me what I need.
“You need a bath,” I tell her simply as I shut the door behind me. Her eyes flick to the doorknob and then back to me as she takes a step behind her.
“Jay?” she asks. She’s always said my name like that. Like she’s asking for permission, for comfort, for anything and everything when she breathes my name. Because what I say is true to her. There is only what my answer is and she will believe it with everything she has. There’s so much power in how she expresses it. So much weakness in her voice.
“Yes?” I ask her, feigning nonchalance as I lean against the sink. I cross my arms and wait for her to say what’s on her mind. I wait for her to address the fact that I desperately want to fuck her.
She can barely breathe as she stands in front of me.
“I’ve seen you plenty of times, Robin,” I finally admit to her. I watch her eyes as I tell her, “I’ve come to your house a few times.” I wait for her reaction. I expect fear or disgust, or maybe some mix of both. But she merely nods and slowly pushes the pants down her legs.
The bathroom is small and the sound of the pajama pants bunching and pooling around her legs and then at her feet fills the room. It's all I can hear along with the thumping of my heart. She’s hesitant to take off the shirt though. Her fingers play along the hem and she looks back at me with nothing but insecurities.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Robin.” I hate that she would ever think that. Her eyes remain skeptical, and she doesn’t make a move to take it off. “There was only one time I ever wanted to hurt you.”
That gets a reaction from her, but it’s not one I want. It takes me a moment before I even realize how she’s taken it.
I clear my throat and grit my teeth as my hand goes to the back of my head and I try to explain. “I was there that night when you took the bottle of pills and swallowed them.”
“I’ve never been so angry, Robin.” My breathing picks up as I remember. By the time I ran around to the front of her house and broke in, she was already throwing up in the bathroom.
“You saw?” she asks softly. She covers her face and turns away from me. She shakes her head softly and the need to comfort and hold her takes over, but as soon as I approach, she turns around and takes a step backward.
I tell her as I take a step forward, “I’m not angry with you anymore.” Her shoulders rise and fall as she waits for my next move.
She’s my prey, small and scared. And trapped.
But I think she likes it this way. I think I’m her predator of choice.
“You were alone, and you carry so much guilt with you that isn’t fair.”
I wrap my hand around her waist as her legs hit the toilet and her hand brushes against the closed curtain to the tub. My blunt fingernails dig in as I pull her close to me. At first her hands come up, ready to brace her palms against my chest. But she knows better, and she quickly grabs on to the bit of her shirt on her upper thighs.
I let her chest hit me and hold her gaze as she stares into my eyes. “Robin,” I lick my lips and then tell her, “I’ve wanted so much from you for so long.”
I close my eyes as the years pass before me. My concern growing into an obsession. I open them to find her hazel eyes swirled with desire. Her breathing in short pants.
I lower my lips to her neck and whisper, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Robin reaches up just as the words slip past my lips. My initial instinct is to grab her, to force her back and pin her down. To protect myself. But her fingers spear through my hair and she crashes her lips against mine before I can admonish her. Her eyes are closed as she kisses me with longing, sweet and slow, but also a desperation that matches my own. I splay my hand along her back and trail my fingers up her thigh and over the dip of her waist. Her lips soften as I move my hand to her neck, my thumb brushing along her jaw.