Page 154 of Filthy Beautiful
“It’s already twisted,” I said.
Yet neither of us was stopping it.
I took a sip of my wine as we stared at each other. He definitely wasn’t fighting me anymore. I wasn’t sure what had changed. If it was the white dress, or the compelling argument I’d made? I’d practiced it for days, after all; I’d been groomed for pre-law studies and I was determined not to give in.
Somehow, I’d gotten what I wanted. Or at least, I was pretty sure I was about to get what I wanted.
But he still wasn’t touching me.
He moved past me, setting his wine on the bathroom counter. Then he went to get the shopping bag he’d left by the door; we’d stopped at a drug store on the way here, and he’d run inside while I waited in his car. I’d assumed he was getting condoms. Instead, he pulled out a bunch of candles and a lighter.
I watched him light each one, and set them up around the bathroom. Then he turned off the bathroom light. The warm, flickering glow of the candles glowed off the gleaming walls.
I bit my lip.
This was so not what I’d expected from him.
It was kind of making me more nervous.
I drank more wine. It seemed to be going straight to my head—and my body. Everything felt warm and soft… and horny.
When he came back over to me, I told him, “I’m already relaxed…” I looked up into his eyes, which looked unusually dark.
“Good,” he said, his voice low. So low, it gave me tingles all over. “Stand still.”
Then he started undressing me.
He slipped the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders, then reached behind me and slid the zipper down my back. Tingles drifted down my spine in the wake of his touch. He peeled the dress down and pushed it over my hips, where it dropped to the floor. Then he took off my bra, unhooking it smoothly in back, like he unhooked bras every day.
He dropped the bra on the floor. My nipples were already hard, and it wasn’t cold in here.
Xander’s eyes moved slowly over my body. He’d stripped me completely naked, and he did it all very… calmly.
He didn’t say anything, either.
And he didn’t touch me again.
He went to turn off the bath water and said, “In.”
I walked over and got carefully in the full bath, kinda thankful for the candlelight. He was still watching me. I’d never been totally naked in front of any man but him.
The water was nicely warm, not too hot, and I sank in up to my chest, holding my wine above the water. There were no bubbles or anything, so he could still see all of me.
He stood over me, just watching.
“Okay… I’m in.” There was easily room for two people in the bathtub, but he made no move to get in. He picked up his wine glass. “What areyoudoing?”
He sat down on the side of the tub. “Drinking.” I watched him take a slow sip of his wine, his eyes on mine.
Then he just sat there, studying me. Though he kept his eyes on my face.
“Uh… can you get undressed?”
His eyes met mine. “Why?”
“Because. I want to look at you.”
He didn’t move, just sat there studying me with that same unblinking look.
