I need her to cover up. I can’t hold a conversation with this woman with her tits out.
Speaking of tits . . .
She crosses her arms underneath them. They bounce a little and I bite back my moan.
“Do you want me or not?”
“I want you,” I answer quickly. God, isn’t it obvious? “Trust me, Brooke, I want you, but maybe we could take this a bit slower, yeah?”
“Slower? Why? I want to fuck you. You clearly want to fuck me, based on your massive erection, which bravo, by the way. He’s beautiful.” She takes the towel from me and drops it on the floor, inching closer. “You came up here to jerk off to thoughts of me. I know you didn’t finish. How close were you?”
“Close.” I step back. My hip hits the sharp edge of the sink.
The wolf circles her prey, ready to attack.
“It would be a shame to stop now, don’t you think? I hear blue balls are a bitch.”
I grab her wrist when she reaches for me. “Brooke.” My voice is much softer now. I sound weak. I feel weak. I’m so close to saying fuck it and bending her over the sink.
She stares up at me. Her thick lashes flutter closed before she steps back out of my grip. Anger flares to life in her eyes. “What is your problem? What the fuck is this?”
Damn it. She is pissed, clearly, but the way her gaze avoids mine and scatters about the room, she’s feeling something else too.
Rejection? Does she not see how difficult this is for me?
“If I were to fuck you right now, then what?” I ask, although, I fear I already know the answer to this. She’s moving way too fast to want anything real with me. “What would happen after, Brooke?”
“After?” Her eyes slowly find mine.
“Yeah, after. What would I be to you?”
She breathes a laugh, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “If you think it’ll be weird for me, you’re wrong. I can handle casual sex. I’ll even wave to you if I see you out. It won’t be awkward.” Her gaze lowers to my towel. “You’re still hard, by the way.”
“I’m aware.”
It’s bloody painful.
She leans back against the wall. Her calculating smirk returns. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck me right now.”
“I can’t do that,” I reply, briefly glancing down at my raging hard-on that’s tenting the towel. I lift my head. “Look, I want to fuck you, but I want to know you, Brooke. I can’t do a meaningless fuck. That’s not me. And I don’t want that with you. Why don’t we get dressed and go get something to eat. Talk a little. I want to know about you.”
She stares at me for several seconds. The silence between us grows deafening.
“You’re serious.”
“Very.” I straighten my spine. My chest suddenly feels tight. “Go out with me.”
Blinking several times, she turns away. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She snatches her clothes off the sink. “You’re actually shooting me down right now.”
“I’m not . . .”
“This is unbelievable,” she mumbles. She pulls on her pants, then slips her top over her head, leaving her bra and panties off.
I don’t try and stop her. If I am going to walk around the city with Brooke without an erection, she’s going to need to be clothed.
Of course, knowing she’s wearing nothing underneath those fucking pants could cause a bit of an issue. And her nipples . . . God, this might be torture.
Her hand turns the doorknob. “Thanks for the class. It was surprisingly fun.” She storms out into my living space, leaving me behind.
“Hold up a second. Let me get dressed.”
I head for my dresser, still pressing the towel against my cock. Brooke takes to the stairs without looking back at me.
“Brooke!”
She disappears to the first level.