Page 46 of One Room Vacancy
Like I want him to.
His gaze flicks over my face, sharp and heated. “Or maybe…you miss me.”
That hits harder than it should.
I keep my expression neutral. Bored, even.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
He smirks, but there’s no humor in it. He steps in closer. “Oh? Then why’d you wear that dress?”
I say nothing.
He leans in, voice low and rough. “Don’t act like you didn’t know I’d be here.”
I lift my chin, unfazed. “It’s my perfect shade. Complements my coloring.”
That smirk returns, tight, hungry, dangerous.
His gaze drops for a fraction of a second before coming back to mine, darker now. Rougher.
“You know what else complements your coloring?” he murmurs. “Walking aroundcompletely fucking nakedyesterday morning.”
My breath catches—but I don’t move.
He steps in closer, crowding me against the wall. “You really think I didn’t notice the way the steam made your skin glow? The water sliding down your stomach, over those piercings, dripping off your hips like you were begging me to lose it?”
My pulse kicks. Still, I say nothing.
His eyes burn into mine. “I heard you, you know,” he adds, voice nearly a whisper now. “Afterward. When you went to your room.”
I blink, heart slamming into my breastbone.
“I could tell you were trying to be quiet. But I could hear it. Your moans.” He leans in, lips not quite touching mine, breath hot. “The way you sounded when you touched yourself.”
My whole body stills.
Then he keeps going—slow, deliberate, and cruel.
“Did being watched turn you on?” he murmurs. “Knowing I could hear you? I imagined you were soaked. I imagined sliding into that room, sinking to my knees, putting my mouth on you before you could tell me no.”
My breath catches.
He doesn’t stop.
“All you had to do was say my name,” he whispers, “and I would’ve been in there with my head between those perfect fucking thighs.”
I blink up at him, my voice surprisingly steady. “Then why didn’t you?”
He smirks. “I’m a gentleman.”
I snort. It comes out dry. “Hardly.”
He inches closer, slow and deliberate, until his lips just barely graze mine.
Not a kiss, not yet, just heat and promise and the threat of it.
I tilt my chin, eyes locked on his.
