Page 44 of Princessa
Chapter 26
With pursed lips, Arabella walked into her bedroom then shut the door in my face.
What. The. Actual. Freaking. Fuck.
So many parts of me—namely the throbbing, still hard-for-her part—wanted to kick the door open. Charge in.Dive in.Taste what I knew would become my addiction. Claim what I wanted to be mine.
But patience was a virtue with countless rewards—in the form of orgasms if I were lucky.
Arabella was worth waiting for and I was willing to take another hit for the team and walk away, head down.
In my room, I hopped in a warm shower to ease the growing tension between my legs.
Truth was, I hated jerking off. But, fuck.
That kiss.
The feel of her body.
That moan.
All of it, left Spike needing more than what a cold shower could cure.
Once I was sexually satisfied, I washed, rinsed, and dried myself off, then crawled into my bed, naked, worn out from travel and the initial meeting with my parents.
Dozing off, the vibration and buzz of my phone woke me. I swiped the phone off the pillow beside me and glanced at who it was.
Arabella:What are you wearing?
Coquettishly, my brows and mouth hitched up.
Me:Nothing.
Dots jumped on the screen then disappeared only to reappear seconds later.
Arabella:So, you typically show up to dinner with your parents in nothing but your birthday suit?
Me:Oh, I thought you wanted to know what I was wearing at this exact moment.
The same pattern of dancing dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared.
Arabella:Funny, I too am wearing nothing at the moment.
I bit down hard on my lip, hoping the pain would keep all the incoming sexual thoughts at bay.
Although we’d had some pretty heavy making-out and touching sessions, I’d yet to actuallyseeall of her naked. I’d memorized the feel of her curves to the point where I could almost imagine how amazing she looked wearing nothing.
Me:Are you taking a bubble bath?
Arabella:Nope. Just hopped out of the shower, walking around the room in the buff. Sometimes I like to dry off naturally.
Damn.Was she trying to torture me? Because, fuck, it sure as hell was working.
Me:To dinner, I’m wearing one of my many black custom suits with a black-silk tee underneath. Expect to leave in about two hours.
I needed to steer the ship off of the choppy waters that would’ve had my sleeping dick awakening as a raging, horny-as-fuck bull.
Arabella:Thank you! That gives me a general idea of what I should wear.
