I don’t know how I did it; how I just let go. Losing control with Bobby frightens me more than anything.
I walk into the main lobby of my apartment building and notice a man shampooing the carpets, and the smell of lavender masking the smell of musk. I lift an eyebrow, a little shocked someone is actually cleaning this place. I head up to my apartment door, playing with the keys in my hand when my phone buzzes in my purse. I fish it out, unlocking the door at the same time.
Bobby: I think you need therapy ;)
I smirk.
“Mom, can I stay over at Izzy’s?” Addie asks, walking into the apartment from Bree’s.
“Why? I thought we were going to have a mani-pedi night?” I ask, setting my purse and phone on the counter.
“Mom,” Addie says dryly, her eyes looking up at me under her lashes.
“Fine, but they have to come get you and you need to be back by tomorrow morning,” I reply, grabbing a water from the fridge.
“Yay!” she yells, running off to her room.
My phone buzzes sitting on the counter.
Bobby: You don’t want to ignore me.
I shake my head and do just that.
After Addie has left with her friend, I opt for a big bubble bath in my porcelain claw tub. I walk in my room and inhale the sweetness from my soap in the hot bath, inviting me. I turn on the stereo, and head toward the tub. I put my foot in, testing the water before slipping myself all the way in.
The hot water makes my skin sensitive, causing it to turn red. I breathe in deeply, taking in the scent of honey as I lather the water and bubbles up my chest. The feel of my hands along my skin makes me think of Bobby. I slide my hand lower down my abdomen, and my core clenches with tension. I’m horny. I should have just told Bobby to come over, but I want to make sure we have distance between us. I don’t need anything more between him and I, and having sex constantly will complicate that. I may have sold my soul to a Devil, but I won’t fall in love with one.
I spread myself with my fingertips, running my hand back and forth over my sex. My mouth parts as my body begins to spark with recognition causing my breathing to hitch. Bobby’s skilled fingers play in my mind as I glide my free hand up my chest, tweaking my nipple, causing desire to tremble down my body and making my knees bend involuntarily so I can fully reach my clit with my other hand. I thumb my clit, causing my head to fall back on the side of the tub, and my eyes close as I swirl the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You could have just invited me over you know.”
My hands fly from my clit and nipple and quickly grasp the sides of the tub, pulling myself upward. My body heaves as I eye Bobby standing in my doorway, a sly smirk playing across his face.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I shriek, lowering my body under the bubbles for cover. He runs his hand through his shaggy blond hair, and stares me down without remorse. His eyes look at me with hidden promise; warmth igniting behind them as he devours my wet body covered in a mass of bubbles.
“I told you not to ignore me,” he retorts coolly, looping his fingers into his jeans pockets, an evident bulge protruding through the fabric.
“I ignored you for a reason. Now get out!” I yell, pointing at the door. My cheeks warming from embarrassment that he caught me during such a private moment.
“No,” he replies.
“No?” I question, frustration rising through me.
“Your classic routine is to bang me, then not talk to me for weeks at a time. Not happening anymore,” he answers, shaking his head.
I scoff and turn my head toward the spout. “How did you even get in here?” I ask, not looking at him.
“Your door wasn’t locked.”
I shake my head at his response. I must have forgotten to lock it after Addie left.
Bobby’s boots thud against the tiled floor as he makes his way toward me. I turn my gaze from the faucet to him, his hand holding a white towel.
“Bobby, get out of here,” I mutter, staring at the towel hanging loosely from his grip.
I hear him take a breath, clearly irritated by my rejection.
He drops the towel on the floor and reaches into the tub, grabbing me by the hips.
“Bobby!” I scream as he pulls me completely out of the tub, and throws me over his broad shoulder. The bubbles clinging to my skin soak his dark-colored shirt.
“Bobby! Have you lost your mind?” I yell, while he walks us into my room.
He throws me on the bed, and grabs his shirt pulling it over his head. His abs and toned chest in perfect view causes my clit to pulsate with such intensity I feel I might combust.
“You know you want it just as much as I do. Stop fighting it,” he mutters, his voice husky.
“I don’t,” I protest softly, but it’s a fucking lie.
He slowly leans down, his fists pressing into the mattress on each side of me. His eyes hooded and mouth parted.