Page 60 of Off-Limits
Reluctantly, I slide out of her and miss the feeling immediately. Placing her legs down, I move out from between them and come around to the side of the bed, her eyes darting to mine.
She watches me like a hawk, laser focused on my every move, and when I lean down and cup her face with my hands, my lips brushing over hers, I know this is going to be a lot harder than I originally thought.
I want her, and that’s a hurdle I hadn’t anticipated.
A tear falls from her eyes, and I hush her, taking her mouth with mine and kissing her softly. Delicately, our tongues twist around one another, and I feel myself hardening again. Ourcome hasn’t even dried on my cock and I’m ready to take her again.
She has to be sore.
I do the next best thing, theright thing, and scoop her into my arms, not breaking the kiss, and walk us into the bathroom. As soon as I feel the cool tiles under my feet, I lick at Dottie’s lips one more time before moving away.
And I hate what I see.
Her eyes are glassy and red, and tears drip down her beautiful face. Moving in closer, I kiss away the tears on both her cheeks and step back and cradle her face for a moment.
I don’t say anything. I didn’t anticipate any of this.
My step-fucking niece and my daughter’s best-friend.
I am so going to fucking hell.
Linking her hand in mine, I pull her across the small space and toward the glass showered door. Opening it, I reach in and turn on the faucets, wait for the water to warm before gently pushing her inside and following.
The hot water pelts down like tiny daggers slicing my fucking flesh. Or maybe that’s my conscience. With my arms around her waist, I rest my chin on her head and draw small circles over her belly.
We just stand there while I give her a few minutes to process everything.
I’m the Tin Man, her damn step-uncle, and I just took her damn virginity.
Those thoughts are like a doubled edge sword right now, but I force them away and hold her. She doesn’t say anything, and after what feels like at least five minutes, I unlink my arms from around her and reach for the shampoo.
Squirting some into the palm of my hand, I turn Dottie around so I can wash her hair. It’s like she is on autopilot.
Lathering up her hair, I massage her skull with my fingersand draw a moan from her. It’s the first sound she’s made since we’ve been in the shower, so I will take it. Lifting the showerhead from the bracket, I tilt her head back and wash the shampoo out.
Once the suds are out of her hair, I place the shower head back and start with the conditioner. Leaving it in her hair to sit, I grab the body wash and body sponge. I start on her arms and move to her chest, skimming her perfect tits until I reach her belly.
Her breathing hitches and the conditioner washes out over her rapidly rising chest, causing my hand to tighten around the sponge. I’ve tried to stay focused on the task of caring for her, and not her tight-as-sin body, but when I finally allow myself to look into her eyes again, my knees fucking buckle.
She’s breathtaking.
Dottie’s eyes are hooded, and lust swims heavily through them, but even still, I notice the questions wrestling inside her pretty head. My cock hardens. I want to tell her everything is ok, promise her it will all work out, but even I know that’s a lie, even if I’m trying to convince myself.
“Dottie…”
“It’s ok, Damon.”
“Dorothy,” I say harder than intended, causing her to flinch and turn away from me.
Shit. Easy, Damon!
She washes the soap from her body, and then she’s stepping out of the shower. I quickly wash myself and follow her out a minute later only to find her dressed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“This was a mistake, Damon, and you know it.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Dorothy.”
