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“That’s not my problem.”
I glare harder. “Get out.”
Instead of doing what I want him to, because he’s Colin, he steps right up to the side of the bathtub and kneels down on the floor. He rests his arms on the edge, while his eyes stay locked on mine. I expect them to roam over my body, but he doesn’t break the intense eye contact and it makes me squirm under his gaze. His dark blue eyes seem even darker right now, and I do everything I can to hide my shiver.
Clearly, I don’t do a good job because with the way his eyes darken even more I know he can sense what he’s doing to me. He knows exactly what to do, and unfortunately for me I’m the one that’s most vulnerable right now.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he states.
“So have you.”
“I’m not now.”
“I wish you would.”
Colin dips his fingers into the water, swirling them around, slowly dipping them lower into the water until he’s grazing my thigh, and moving up and down my skin. I watch, unable to move even though I know I should. My body reacts against my will at his light touch. It’s primed, remembering what it’s like when he really wants to touch me.
The way I want him to right now.
“Do you? Because you’re not leaving,” he taunts.
I swallow roughly, wanting to get out and away from him,but also wanting his hand to move up higher. To move to the sensitive spot between my thighs that’s already aching for more from him, even though I was sore for days after he fucked me. I crave it again, even though I shouldn’t.
“You’re in my way,” I tell him weakly.
He looks from side to side. “There’s plenty of room for you to leave. I’m not stopping you.”
His caresses on my thigh don’t let up, and even as he says he’s not stopping me, I feel like I can’t walk away. I don’t look away from his hand because if I do then I’m going to look at his face, and that may be worse. Especially right now as his hand is getting dangerously close to my pussy.
“If you want to leave, Mace, leave.” His voice is gravely, and only adds to my internal conflict.
I shake my head.
“You’re not going to leave? You’re going to let me touch you again?”
I swallow again, looking up through my lashes and nod once.
“I know you want me to, babe, but you’re going to have to do better than that to make it happen.”
My jaw drops as he stands up and leaves without a second thought. All I can do is drop down into the water and refuse to come back up for the foreseeable future.
Chapter 18
Mayson
When I finally emerge from the bathtub, my fingers are wrinkled and the water is cold. I manage to get dressed and climb into bed. Another night passes where Colin doesn’t make another appearance, and I wonder if him coming into the bathroom was really just a dream.
The next morning, when I get downstairs, I’m greeted by him in the kitchen. The sight has me stopping in my tracks. He’s cooking wearing only sweatpants and a cut off shirt that shows the bottom part of his back. When he turns around to face me the glimpse of his abs is mouthwatering. So much so I’m questioning my entire existence.
He shouldn’t be allowed to look this good. His muscled frame in just pieces of fabric, but looking so obscene makes me want to scream.
“Good morning,” he greets with a smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Where’s the rest of your shirt?” I ask, trying to divert and hide how hot I find it.
He just shrugs, shaking his protein shake. The way his muscles bulge with the action has me rolling my eyes, if only to look away for a second and try to regain my composure.
I continue to avoid eye contact with him as I go up to the coffee machine he finally put back for me. Even as the drink brews, I refuse to look at him. Which is getting more and more difficult as I feel his eyes on me. I do my best to act unaffected by him, his proximity, and the tension that’s constantly surrounding us.
