Page 74 of Adrift

She’s holding the note I scrawled tightly in one hand, her eyes wild as she looks from my empty bed to the bathroom, realizing I’ve left the door open. I watch as she takes a step forward, leaning her body to get a closer look through the gap in the open door, before her eyes finally land on me. And I hold her stare.

Lifting my other hand, I slowly wipe the fog off the glass, giving her an uninhibited view of what she’s clearly here to see.

You want a show, sweetheart? Here’s one dedicated only to you.

I leave my hand on the glass, keeping my gaze locked with hers as I stroke myself again and again. The thick vein on the back of my wrist protrudes as I work myself into a frenzy–a frenzy spoken through the way I release a hard breath and the way my body stiffens. My abs pull tight and my cock throbs in my hand.

“Fuck,” I mumble as heat builds up underneath my spine and my balls beg for release.

The water sloshes around me, dripping from my hair down over my thighs. A sheen of sweat peppers over my brows and my jaw locks. Rubbing my thumb over my mushroom head, I coat the smooth skin of my tip with precum while squeezing my length. Blood rushes up through my shaft, making the head look purple and engorged.

Rani’s eyes widen as she watches me, transfixed. Her sight moves from my eyes to the fist I have around my shaft before slowly going back over my chest to my face again. Can she see the filthy things I want to do to her, the obscene thoughts written all over my face? Does she know how fucking badly I want to have her bent over my sink while I thrust into her from behind, sullying her for anyone else?

Does she still think she means nothing?

She takes another step before halting momentarily. A wave of something–determination, perhaps–crosses her face, and to my surprise, she starts toward me again, pushing the door open further before stepping inside.

This isn’t the first time she’s surprised me–had me baffled by her boldness–and I fucking hope it won’t be the last.

Her fiery eyes never leave mine as she walks all the way to the shower. She puts both her hands on the glass, one of them against my palm while she regards my every movement with interest. Her tongue runs over her lips, and I don’t miss the rise and fall of her chest as lust rises up inside her. It has me tugging faster, harder.

A grunt leaves my throat, and I fight the instinct to squeeze my eyes shut. God, I want her. Her mouth, her tongue, her taste on my lips. I want it all.

“You still think you’re nothing to me?”

Her chest heaves as my words pierce through the drone of the shower and hum inside our ears.

My heart jackhammers inside my chest as the thrill of an impending release has me fixated on my goal. “Tell me,” I grit out. “You think this is fucking nothing?”

She watches intently, fixated on the muscles twitching in my torso and forearm, as white-hot lust shoots through me like electricity. It charges through my body as my cum sprays over my closed fist.

“Rani,” I groan as my orgasm commences–thick, milky streams of my release washing off with the spray of water.

Rani’s eyes never leave my body as I soap myself off before shampooing my hair. Our gazes war, colliding despite the fog and streaming water.

Finally having regulated my heart rate, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I grab my towel, drying myself off before running it through my hair. Breaking away from her gaze, I exit the bathroom, not bothering to wrap the towel around my torso.

She hesitates momentarily but follows me. Her breath is shaky, and I have no doubt her panties are drenched. “Darian.”

I turn, eyeing the paper in her fist again. “Did you get the answers you were looking for?” And I’m not just referring to the note.

She steps forward, taking her bottom lip in her mouth. “Yes. I . . . I didn’t know you’d gone to spend the day with your dad and brothers. I had no idea it was something you did every year.”

My fingers tighten around the towel. “There’s no cell service on that part of the lake.”

She looks down at her feet. “I know that now, and I came to apologize. But then . . ..” A flush rises over her tanned skin as she recalls what she saw just minutes ago.

“But then you saw me fuck my fist with your name on my lips. Did that answer all your questions, all your fucking doubts?”

She nods slowly.

My eyes darken on her “Then get on my bed and show me how fucking sorry you are.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Rani

I’d gone downstairs in a huff after he’d shown up to my room. What the hell was he on about with me finding the answer I was looking for there? But then my eyes landed on the single crimson lily atop the folded piece of paper and the pot of stale coffee, and I cringed at the way I’d acted with him through dinner tonight. I was unfair to him.

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