Page 33 of Nemesis
The thought of touching another woman had never crossed my mind before, so what was it about her that made me want more? It was as if an unnatural force was preventing me from staying away.
Shaking the thought, I leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe and cleared my throat, my arms crossing against my bare chest, still slick from the shower I just took.
“Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Morales?”
Her back stiffened, a sharp gasp escaping her. She slowly turned to face me, whatever words she was about to say coming up short.
Her face turned into a hue, the flush spreading across her tanned skin as her gaze swept across every inch of my body. Her eyes roamed down my length, stopping right where the towel sat around my hips, her eyes lingering there for a moment.
“Olivia.” My voice was strained, the low hum of desire thrumming through my veins. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, trying to tamp down the urge to walk over there and bend her over the wooden surface.
She dragged her gaze away from my groin and up to meet mine.
Unspoken need filtered through the space between us, the air standing still for a heartbeat, her perusal leaving warmth seeping into my skin.
A swallow worked through her, bobbing up and down her slender neck. My eyes dropped to her chest, the outline of her nipples searing through the material of her gown.
She schooled her expression about half a second late, but I caught it. I wouldn’t believe whatever lie she was about to tell me.
“I was just looking for something I’d left here before you moved in,” she lied, shutting the drawer behind her. “But it’s not here, so I’ll be heading back,” she continued, pointing at the door.
I smirked before taking a step toward her. She stepped back, her back colliding with the wooden furniture, her hands coming up behind her to brace herself.
She moved to leave, but I closed the remaining distance between us and grabbed her by the nape of her neck, her body now flushed against mine. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so fast.”
I placed my other hand next to hers on the table and leaned down to murmur against her ear. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“I don’t believe you.”
I stayed a moment longer, her arousal overpowering my senses. When I pulled back, her eyes snapped wide-open to meet mine as if she’d just registered what I’d said.
“Excuse me?”
I leaned forward until the tip of my nose grazed hers, my breath fluttering against her skin. “I’d suggest you try a different answer, Mrs. Morales,” I whispered, my words ghosting over her lips.
“I think you’re overstepping your boundaries, Mr. Alvarez,” she stated, a quiet defiance in her gaze.
“Your body is telling me a different story, Mrs. Morales.”
Her chest expanded with every inhale, and my fingers involuntarily skimmed down her neck, her skin smooth as I glided over it. My thumb hooked under the strap of her sleepwear, and I toyed with it, daring it.
We both stared as the string of fabric fell from her shoulder, the thin material hanging limply against her skin, revealing more of the silhouette of her breasts. Her lips parted on a harsh breath as the silk brushed her skin, and my breathing stuttered.
My tongue thickened against the roof of my mouth as I watched her reactions to my touch, fascinated, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
God, this woman is mesmerizing, enrapturing me in her orbit.
She blinked up at me, surprise coating her features as my fingers dared venture farther down of their own accord.
My fingers slowly trailed across her chest and a shiver raked through her body as I traced the swell of her breasts. Goose bumps prickled across my skin and an ache spread across my jaw as I grinded my teeth, resisting the urge to look down.
Resisting the urge to say “fuck it” and to do the same on the other side until her dress pooled at her feet, giving me the pleasure of seeing her bend at my will.
Images of her on my lap, my palm resting against the curve of her ass as I spanked her for looking through what wasn't hers flashed through my mind. But those thoughts were dangerous.
My hand on her ass meant my fingers would be closer to her pussy, praying to find her dripping wet and ready to soak them even more once I was done with her.
The reactions this woman conjured within me were almost visceral and her resistance only made me want to fuck her into submission.
