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“A man has to take some things deliberately slow. It’s part of the allure.”
I walked out of the bathroom as she replied loud enough to be heard over the gushing water, “Consider me well and truly allured then.”
I pulled on some boxers and opened the drawer next to mine. I fiddled around with the black velvet covered boxes making sure the deep red satin ribbon was still perfectly tied into a bow.
I couldn’t recall ever being this nervous, not even when I’d proposed to Jenna. Why was I so nervous now?
Get your act together, Jamie. She’ll either say yes or no. Nothing you can do about it.
I closed the drawer again and looked around the large space with its bespoke cabinetry and rich, dark timber. The brushed steel railings filled with clothes in one half of the room and the other half lined with floor to ceiling mirrored pop-out doors. The glass covered island that housed my cufflinks, watches and tie pins. And then my eyes went back to the drawer where the boxes were tucked away for her to find.
Don’t say no. Don’t say no. Please don’t say no, baby.
I paused halfway to the bottom drawer to grab a t-shirt as her voice broke the silence.
“If you could stay just. Like. That…” She let out a teasing moan.
“You know; I’m beginning to get the impression that you’re either becoming a perv or you’re just one big tease?” I grabbed the first t-shirt that came to hand and faced her.
“Who says I haven’t been perving all this time?” She looked me up and down as she shrugged her towel off her shoulders.
Even with the small distance between us I could see the goose bumps raise on her skin. Her nipples hardened as the warm air cooled on her damp skin, and my eyes strayed once again to the faint scar on her belly. Every time I looked at it my heart hurt for her, and if that’s how I felt every time I looked at it, I couldn’t even begin to fathom how it affected her. I could understand what she meant by having enough reminders on her.
Her hands spreading over the silvery line unstuck my stare from her skin and I met her gaze. Her smile was almost gone, there was pretty much no trace of it, in its place was a faint grimace.
“I guess that makes you a tease as well as a perv then.” I smiled at her.
It took her a beat to return it.
“Does it?” She walked over to the shelf where she’d left her weekend bag.
She looked over her shoulder at me with a sly smile lighting up her face once again, before she bent over slowly at the waist and raised her bum in the air as she reached down and exposed herself to me. Water droplets ran from the base of her back down her crease. Between her arse cheeks to her pussy and down her thighs.
Holy shit. “Fuck, Quincy.”
“I’d love to, but apparently we’re on a tight schedule.” She emphasised the tight as she wiggled her posterior at me.
I don’t think I’d ever salivated that much. I had to swallow three or four times before I could open my mouth and even then, I couldn’t get my mouth to cooperate with my brain and form actual words.
She stopped halfway up as she jiggled her empty bag. I could just make out her scrunched-up face over her shoulder.
“Where’re my things?” She turned as she straightened. Looking at me utterly confused.
“I put them away.”
“You put them away.” She murmured to herself, her brows still pinched.
“I put them away.” I repeated before I told her where her things were, leaving the underwear drawer for last.
She didn’t say anything in return, instead she reached for the drawer
I’d just pointed to. Her eyes still focused on me like she was trying to figure something out in her head. All the while my heart was accelerating and my nerves getting shot.
Her eyes dropped down to the drawer she’d pulled open. It took a second for her thoughts and her speech to get in sync. Her gasp was loud and breathy. One hand clutched her bare chest whilst the other hovered over the boxes. She blinked a few times before she looked over at me and then back at the boxes.
“What’s this?” She ran her fingertips over the black velvet and then she picked up a pair of nude lace knickers and held them up. “These aren’t mine.”
“Do you like them?”
