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I look outside again. “No, it’s just a couple hundred feet to your door. If we make a run for it, I’ll be out of these clothes much faster than if I wait here.”
Ares’s hand is on his door. “Ok, then. At my three, we make a run for the door. One, two…”
Chapter 18
Under Your Skin
ARES
By the time we run into my front door, we’re both dripping with water and laughing uncontrollably.
I shake like a dog and Zara squeals.
“Ares! I’m already drenched. I don’t need any extra water, thank you.”
She’s just teasing me. My hair is way too short to throw any water in her direction.
“Let me find you something to change into,” I say when she shudders again. “If you stay in that wet dress, you’re going to catch something. I can put it in the dryer and it should be nice and warm in about an hour.”
“Thank you, Ares.”
Rather than waiting for me in the living room, Zara follows me into my bedroom.
I busy myself looking into my dresser, but the second I turn around to hand her a clean t-shirt, the air in the room is crackling with electricity.
“Um, I can go change into the bathroom if you need me to leave.” I offer, but my feet stay rooted to the carpeted floor of my bedroom.
“No, it’s OK,” she says with another little shiver.
At this point, I’m not sure if she’s cold or if the tension between us is affecting her as much as it is affecting me.
I grab the back of my t-shirt, lifting the wet fabric over my head and discarding it on the floor.
Zara’s eyes track the movement, zeroing in on the Atlas tattoo on my chest.
“Oh, you got it all finished. You got the globe colored in. Can I see?”
I swallow. My answer is just a curt nod. My control is hanging by a thread.
When she begins tracing the lines of my tattoo with her fingers, that thin thread is stretched to breaking point.
“Princess.” My voice is a raspy sound, barely audible with the deafening sound of my heartbeat that’s pounding in my ears.
“It’s beautiful.” She lowers her head, her lips following her fingers as she continues to trace the lines of my tattoo from the center of my chest to my left pec.
My heartbeat skyrockets and now I can feel it all the way between my legs, where my cock is thickening and standing at attention.
Zara shivers again, and this time I realize that she’s definitely cold. Her hands feel cold against the feverish heat of my skin.
“We need to get you out of this dress before you get sick.” I rumble. And it’s not an excuse, at least not completely.
“Can you help me?” her fingers move to the thin strap of her dress to show me what she wants me to do.
I cover her hand with mine, lowering the spaghetti strap down her shoulder and repeating the action on the other side.
Zara’s breath hitches as I lower the front of her dress at an excruciatingly slow pace.
She isn’t wearing a bra and just the sight of her perfect tits makes the situation in my pants extremely tight.
