Here’s the thing, I’ve seen plenty of naked women. Plenty. The sight of Maize in my tub, her bad ankle lifted and braced on the edge of the tub, as grapefruit bubbles tease her pretty pink nipples, shouldn’t rock my world quite so violently. But it does. There’s no explanation. Other than the fact that maybe I want what I can’t have.
I breathe in the scent of my body wash. In the mornings, it pulls my brain awake and rejuvenates me, but right now, it’s pulling something else awake, something that lives a little further south. I stand there for a second, immobilized, not knowing what to do. Do I run and pretend I was never here, or do I make a sound letting her know I’m home, watching her?
The choice is taken from me when her eyes open, and her head turns my way. I back up as her mouth opens, and she jackknifes up into a sitting position, her foot falling from the edge and splashing in the tub.
“Ow,” she cries, and I cringe.
“Maize, I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” She covers her lush breasts, although it’s far too late. The sight is burned into my memory and I’ll be putting that show on repeat as I take my cock into my hand tonight.
“What are you doing?”
“I came home, heard a noise, and thought you were in here, hurt.”
“I was singing.”
“Yeah, okay,” I say, and when I realize I’m still staring, I grab a towel, spread it wide and block my view as I open it for her. “Here.”
Water splashes, and her grunts and groans as she tries to climb from the slippery tub fill the room. “Stupid tub. So wet and slippery.”
Wet and slippery.
Jesus fuck, does she have any idea what kind of torture this is for me?
“I can’t get up,” she grumbles.
Sadly, I can.
I take a step toward her. “Let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” she barks out and my steps still.
“Okay.” I stand there, and listen to her struggles, but she’s too damn stubborn to let me lift her out. Seconds tick by, and my arms grow tired of holding the towel. She finally lets loose a frustrated sigh.
“Christian.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you…help me?”
“Yeah.”
“Just don’t look.”
“That’s going to be hard.”
Good God, what am I saying? At least the big towel is blocking the sight of my raging erection.
“Just feel your way around.”
Jesus Christ, she’s killing me.
I take slow steps and stop when my foot hits the tub. I let the towel go with one hand and reach for her. She puts her hand in mine, and her warmth seeps through my skin, arousing me even more.
“If I tug, I’m going to hurt you. I need to put my arms around you.” I set the towel on the edge of the tub, feel my way around her body, nearly swallowing my damn tongue as my hands slide along the swell of her breasts, until I have both hands under her arms. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she says, and it comes out sounding torturous, full of heated desire. Unable to help myself, I open one eye to find her staring at me, her cheeks a sexy shade of pink, her lips full, parted, like they’re waiting for my mouth.
“No peeking,” she says in a whisper full of need and want. Am I reading her right, or am I misconstruing embarrassment for desire?
I close my eyes. “What were you thinking, Maize?”
“I don’t know. Your tub is so big, and we only have a shower at my place. I didn’t think you’d be home so fast, or that I’d get stuck.”
“Next time you want a bath, I’ll help you.”
“I don’t need—”
“Clearly you do need my help,” I correct her, completely frustrated in so many ways as I lift her out, and wrap the towel securely around her. I open my eyes. Her breasts have left two damp marks on the towel, and a groan full of want crawls out of my throat.
“What?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Really, Maize? You have to ask what?”
“I…” She glances down. Does she not know how hot she is? That I’ve laid in bed and beat off to the image of her far more times than I would like to admit? That in a few minutes, I plan to do it again, because I can’t—won’t—ruin her any more than I already have?
I shake my head, scoop her up and carry her to my bed. After I deposit her on the mattress, I stand back and work to recapture my breath, not because she’s heavy—she’s not—but because I’m losing my shit big time here.
“Get dressed,” I say, much harsher than I intended. I scrub my face, and turn a bit so she can’t see my dick.
“Um, okay. Can you at least turn around?”
I turn, and head to the bathroom. Once there, I drain the tub and as water gurgles away, I rip into my pants, and throw my head back as I take my dick into my hands. I pull from the base to tip, and stifle the moan in my throat. Eyes closed, I visualize sweet, yet sexy Maize on her knees before me, her mouth open, waiting for me to feed her my cock. I tug, and reach down to grab my balls, giving them a squeeze as my breath comes faster.
“Yes,” I say quietly, the draining
