Page 69 of Adam & Eve

He knew I wouldn’t be able to bark insults at him while in awe of his body. No woman with

eyes would be able to. I had to force myself to look away from his heavy cock and when I did, I found

the devil in his smug expression. At that very moment, I hated him.

I dropped my eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see the fire he’d started in them. That didn’t help

me much since they landed on his stomach. The urge to reach out and trail my fingers down the hard

planes of his abs was immediate and had me hell hot. I gave up. He’d won. He’d officially driven me

to the edge of insanity. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me to want him. However, I’d rather

cut out my own tongue than tell him.

I sucked my teeth and then tried to keep my face as bland as possible. I gave him the middle

finger before turning around again. He laughed like I was a joke.

“Jackass,” I mumbled under my breath.

I thought he’d leave. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he entered the shower behind me

instead. Still, I ignored him as much as I could. He only allowed me to do so for a moment before he

reached around me. Stilling my hand, he removed the wash cloth I forgot I was holding.

I sighed. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not allowed to wash yourself anymore. I know that you use this time to hide from me.

I don’t like that, so now the pleasure of cleaning your delectable body is mine alone.”

My pussy clenched in response to his declaration. Again, I wondered what was wrong with

me. Why did the crazy mess he always let come out of his mouth sound so devilishly hot? And where

in hell did my anger go?

I stopped breathing when he pressed a kiss in the middle of my back. My body trembled as his

lips trailed down my spine. His warm hand never lost contact with my skin. My nerves felt

electrified. He eased down to his knees, lifted my foot and used the soapy rag to wash one then the

other.

I stood there, breathing raggedly and falling apart. My heart beat dangerous rate. My nipples

painfully hardened. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want him to stop, but I

needed him to stop.

When I reached for him without thought or instructions, panic took me by the throat. I snatched

my hand back just before I made the mistake of touching him. I liked the way he made my body feel,

but I wouldn’t encourage him. I needed to be strong. I attempted to pulled away. Attempted because I

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