My heart is racing so hard I feel it in my fingertips. My thighs. Everywhere!.
My fingers slowly loosen, the towel falls and pools at my feet. Feet
His breath changes into something deeper and he groans.
His eyes drag down my body slowly, taking everything in with no rush.
"You ran," he says quietly. "But you didn't and can't stop wanting me."
My skin burns under his stare.
"You tracked me here," I say.
"Yes."
"You manipulated me."
"Yes I did. "
No denial, and offering no n apology.
"And you still ache when I look at you like this," he adds.
He steps in fully now.
His hand slides around my waist and he pulls me against him.
I feel how hard he is through his jeans and my my breath stutters.
"You think I don't know your body by now?" he murmurs. "You think I didn't feel how you reacted last time?"
His hand moves lower and between my thighs.
I suck in air when his fingers brush against my 0pussy.
And I'm horrified to realize I'm wet.
