Kiss and Don't Tell(39)

“Oh, I didn’t even think about it.” She nibbles her bottom lip, and my eyes fall to that beautiful mouth. What would those lips look like wrapped around my cock? Those eyes staring up at me as she sucks me off. Fucking perfection, probably. “Do you guys gossip much?”

Focusing on what she’s asking, I say, “Only on occasion.”

“I see.” She sucks in a sharp breath when my thumb rubs up her hipbone.

Don’t go any further, man. That’s it. Any more and you’ll lose control.

“Well, um, thank you for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome.” Do her lips taste as sweet as her personality, as innocent as she says she is? Would she break me apart with one kiss? From the way she makes my body thrum with need simply from being this close, I’d say yes. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to stick around to find out. The last thing she probably needs is some guy hanging all over her, let alone her ex-boyfriend’s half-brother. Thunder erupts outside, signaling my cue to leave. I push off the wall and let go of her. As I take a step back, I keep my eyes trained on her, and that’s when I notice her nipples, hard and pressing against her tight-fitting tank.

Fucking hell.

Her eyes track mine; she knows I’m staring at her tits. And I can’t stop. I wet my lips. My body thrums with need—just one touch, one taste.

But it’s complicated.

Everything about this situation is complicated.

Before I can get carried away, I drag my hand over my mouth and then turn away. “Have a good night, Winnie.” I move to the doorway and look at her one more time. “Sweet dreams.”

And then I shut the door and walk to my bedroom. When I’m inside, I shut the door and lock it, as if to prevent myself from leaving. Fuck, what is this? This . . . burning, explosive need I have all of a sudden? It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, but it’s never felt like this. Like if I don’t get a piece of her, I might combust.

I need a shower.

Now.

I hurry into my bathroom, turn on the water, and strip off my clothes. To my surprise, my cock juts up toward my stomach, hard as fuck. I grip it tightly as I close my eyes and wait for the shower to heat up. Fuck. It’s been a while, I get that, but I don’t think a girl has ever affected me the way Winnie did with that tiny tank and those rock-hard nipples.

Simple.

She didn’t do anything but take quick intakes of breath when I moved in close.

But her reaction to me—the way she submitted so easily and didn’t show an ounce of fear—made me want so much more than just those lips.

I slip into the shower, and instead of washing my body, I grab some soap, lather my hand, and then start moving it up and down my cock. With my other hand, I prop myself against the shower wall as the spray of the shower pelts my back. Legs braced, I pump while my mind goes to our time together tonight.

Her confession.

The honest look in her eyes.

The innocence in her expression, as if her own pleasure meant nothing.

The trust when she opened her legs for me without question.

When she let me touch her.

The hitch in her breath.

The headiness in her beautiful, deep blue eyes.

I stroke harder.

The way she smells like fresh soap and lavender.

Her melodic voice that captures me when she talks.

The feel of her within my arms as we hugged.

Her goddamn sexy figure in those short shorts.

Her tits . . .

“Fuck,” I grunt as my legs start to go numb, all the pleasure pulsing at the base of my cock.

The way her nipples pressed hard against her shirt, almost begging for me to touch her.

And her submission to me. No fear. All trust.

“Ahh, shit,” I mutter as my cock swells in my hand, and then I come.

I still, my cock pulsing, taking every last second of pleasure until I collapse against the tile with both hands.

I turn so my back is to the wall now and the water pelts my chest.

Holy shit.

I place both my hands on the tile over my head and take a few deep breaths.

I don’t remember the last time I did that—the last time I came thinking about a woman. But not thinking about her naked, just thinking . . . about her. I’m not sure if I’ve ever done that.

Winnie seems to be pulling out a lot of firsts for me, and what scares me is I really don’t know that much about her at all. I don’t even know her last name or what she does, or why she’s really here. But what I do know about her, I like a lot.

I move under the water and rinse off my body with some soap.

I have no idea how long she’ll be here, when she plans on leaving, or if she plans on wanting to get to know me, but what I do know is for as long as she’s here, I’m going to do my best to get to know her.

Despite knowing that she once belonged to Josh.





I finish tying my running shoe and stand from my bed. The sun is barely filtering through my windows, since it’s not even six in the morning yet, but I couldn’t sleep.

Once again, Winnie was on my mind.

But this time, it was because of what she said about never experiencing an orgasm. It was all I could think about, how a man would let that happen. How could someone be that selfish and not attempt to make his partner come? How could Josh never let her come? What kind of tortured asshole is he? Yeah, they may have been together, but deeply in love? Nah, I don’t believe it. I think they were just comfortable with each other. Because if they were deeply in love, then Josh would’ve tried to make her come. He would’ve given a shit.