been my own.
I scrubbed quickly, conditioned and moisturized. I even
I scrubbed quickly, conditioned and moisturized. I even
shaved my legs, though it seemed utterly unlikely anyone
was going to be touching them, since I'd turned Austin
down and Mr. Mystery had only felt me up a little bit. By
the time I got out of the shower, my nipples had peaked
into tight, hard nubs that defied me not to tweak them as I
dried myself with a soft towel.
In my bedroom I shed the towel and stood in front of the
bed. The lonely bed. It was king-size, and even though I
never shared it with anyone, I stil slept only on one side.
Some habits are harder to break. I smoothed the quilt,
then puled it down to reveal the crisp, white sheets I'd
paid too much for. It had seemed like a good thing to do
at the time, spend money on fancy sheets for my new
place. I'd regretted it the next time I was hungry, but that's
the way it goes.
The window had nothing but a sheer curtain covering the
glass, but I wasn't too worried about being seen. The
parking garage across the street was the only building high
enough to give anyone access to peep at me, and my
apartment was set a little too far back to make it worth
anyone's while. Stil, the thought someone could be
watching me had me covering my breasts with my hands
watching me had me covering my breasts with my hands
for just a moment.
I cupped them, the weight familiar. I'd gotten tits in fifth
grade but hadn't realy grown into them until I was a junior
in high school. I couldn't realy remember a time when I
didn't curve this way. I could recal being thinner, yes, but
not flat-chested.
Under my palms, my nipples stayed hard, tight peaks. I
wished for a man's mouth on them, but had to settle for
licking my fingers and circling the hot flesh. A whisper, a
sigh, a moan leaked from my throat. I saw the ghost of my
reflection in the glass. Faint and insubstantial, nothing more
to me than a slash of dark where my eyes should be and
the white, curving shape of my body.
'I've been watching you.' His dark eyes gleam and his
mouth twists up into a smile I can't resist returning. He
moves closer and I can smel him, warmth and spice,
purely masculine.
He holds out a hand and I take it. His fingers are long and
strong and entwine with mine so tightly I can't pul away.
Not that I want to. I want him to tug me close, up against
his body. I want him to put his other hand on my ass to
press me against his crotch. And I want him to dip his
mouth to stroke along my neck and settle his teeth briefly
at the curve of my shoulder.
