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“Roland,” she whimpers, digging her fingers into the side of the tub. “I—”
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, but—oh—” Melissa gasps and pushes into my touch when I brush against her clit with the tip of one of my fingers. “Roland, I—”
“What is it, sweetheart?” I whisper roughly into her skin.
“I-I can’t think straight with you touching me like that,” she moans, but she still doesn’t stop leaning into my touch, her hands grabbing onto my arm as I stroke her clit, teasing it until she’s whimpering and rocking herself against my hand. “T-this is a new feeling for me. Is it supposed to feel like this?”
It takes a moment for her words to sink in. I quickly draw my hands away as if I’ve just touched something hot enough to burn. She blinks at me in confusion, and I almost smack myself.
She’s so young. I know she showed up in a wedding dress, but without all the makeup and the fancy hair, she just looks so vulnerable. Am I really so desperate and touch-starved that I would touch this perfect stranger without asking her more about herself? I don’t even know how old she is, and now it sounds like she’s a virgin. What am I doing?
“You’re a virgin,” I say, taking a step back and watching in horror as her face falls.
“Yeah, I’m a virgin.” My brain goes blank, torn between too many emotions to make any sense. “What of it? You don’t need to put distance between us like I am diseased or something,” she snaps, throwing a glare at me before dipping her body into the water.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, shaking my head mostly at myself. I’ve been doing things wrong from the second she walked into my home. Fuck, it’s like all my ability to reason just flew out the window the second I saw her. “That’s not why I stopped.”
No, it’s much more than that. She’s untouched. Not a single man has laid their hands on her before, and that makes me want to pull her from the water and make her mine in all the ways that matter.
“Then why did you?”
“Because—”
Because I would have taken more than you were willing to give. The thought makes me feel selfish, like what I’m feeling for her is too much.
“You don’t need to find an excuse. It’s fine if you have something against virgins. I heard most guys don’t like them anyway,” she scoffs petulantly. I find myself smiling in spite of her angry words.
I reach down to adjust my erection before kneeling behind her once more. She tenses when I place my hands on her shoulders, but a second later, she’s leaning into my touch. I wonder if she has noticed how naturally she does that.
“I want nothing more than to touch you, baby,” I explain softly. “I want to take you to my bed and claim you for myself. But I don’t want to do that if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“Roland …”
“I know you came here in that wedding dress and that you’re running from something, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to give me something because I’m letting you stay here.
“Roland, I’m not a child, okay? I am nineteen and would have spoken up if I didn’t want you to touch me. You don’t need to treat me like I’m made of glass. I’m an adult, I’ll speak up for myself if I need to.”
Nineteen … Fuck. I knew she was young, but I expected her to be in her twenties, especially if she was supposed to get married. Would she so easily lean into my touches or gaze at me the way she does if she learned that I’m a full sixteen years older than she is?
“Let’s finish up washing your hair,” I say, hoping to change the subject for both myself and for her. I push away my lust-filled thoughts and try to focus on everything that has been revealed so far.
Melissa doesn’t say another word as I go back to washing her hair, ignoring the little needy sounds she makes as I touch her. Once she’s clean, I make my way out of the bathroom so that she can finish up. I drop my forehead against the door the second it closes behind me. I place the heel of my hand on my cock and breathe in huge gasps of air, willing the erection to disappear, but it’s difficult now that I know how she feels against me.
None of the jobs I’ve worked have been easy. They’ve all hardened me into a cold man with steel-tight control, but something about Melissa brings me to my knees.
I’m not sure I care that she does.
Chapter Five
Melissa
It’s quiet, but not the nice and peaceful kind of quiet.
It’s the kind of quiet that keeps you waiting for something. A shrill sound pierces the darkness.
Oh my god, what was that noise? Was that a wolf??
