Page 55 of Stroked Hard
Smiling, I ask, “And why did you lock yourself out of your apartment?” I hold on to the side of the doorframe, casually striking a pose. I know it’s sexy as fuck by the way Hollis scans me from head to toe.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks. “I was too fucking distracted by you stretching to remember how to be a responsible human. Really, this is all your fault, so I would appreciate a warm shower and a comfy bed.”
I study him. “You’re serious.”
He nods. “Very much so.” Then, without waiting for an invitation, he pushes past me and walks in my apartment, taking it all in. “Wow, nice place, baby cakes. I’m impressed, and kind of turned on by that heavenly scent.” Turning around, I step into the light and he takes me in once more, this time, the smile on his face turning into stone. Uh oh, that doesn’t look like a happy face. Stepping forward, he scans me once more and then swallows hard.
“What is it?” I ask, feeling slightly self-conscious.
He cradles my cheek and in a deep, sultry voice, he says, “You’re flushed.”
His observation makes me blush even more. “It’s hot in here.”
“It’s not.” He nods at my chest where my nipples are hard as rocks. Thanks a lot, sparkle nips. “What were you doing before I got here?”
“Nothing,” I respond quickly.Too quickly.Making it quite obvious.
Stepping even closer, he says, “Don’t lie to me, baby. What were you doing?”
“It’s none of your business.” Completely embarrassed I’ve been caught, I turn away and say, “You can have the couch. I’ll grab a towel for you so you can take a shower.”
I feel him come up behind me, his hands on my hips holding me in place. Lowering his mouth down to my ear, his touch tickling my skin, he says, “No way in hell I’m sleeping on that tiny sofa. It’s your bed and nothing else, baby.”
How did I know he was going to say that? And with my luck, I know he won’t let me sleep alone. There is no way I’ll be able to get Hollis to sleep on the couch by himself. There is also no way I will sleep. Period.
“Let me get you that towel.” I swallow hard, knowing I’m fighting a losing battle.
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What’s taking him so long? Is he jacking off in my shower? I wouldn’t put it past him. It seems like it’s been an hour since I showed him where the shower was. Would he jack off with my soap, loving the way his dick would smell like me? Is that something men like?
Weird if it is. Men are just weird in general.
The shower is off, the fan is off, and finally the light turns off, followed by Hollis exiting the bathroom. And what a freaking sight to see. You would think after seeing so many photos last night, I would be immune. But, his chest is still glistening, little droplets of water hang off his hair that’s piled on top of his head, and his shorts ride dangerously low on his hips. But this time, there is no underwear line to hold them up.Shit.
The temptation to bang my head against the wall is overwhelming. He’s not just hot, he’s gorgeous too, almost too pretty for a man with just the right ounce of ruggedness caressing his jaw with his scruff.
His parents have some damn good genes.
“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” he says casually as he climbs into bed next to me, like it’s something he does every night. How can he possibly be so at ease with what’s happening? I’m bouncing off the wall with nerves.
“I didn’t want you to get scared in the dark,” I answer lamely.
“Aw, look at you being cute. I would have been fine, baby. Don’t forget, I’m a tough manly man.”
That makes me snort. I turn off the light, cascading the room in darkness. I keep my back toward Hollis and snuggle up with my pillow. There is a dip in the bed and just like that, Hollis is spooning me from behind, his palm pressing against my bare stomach and his head buried in my hair.
“What are you doing?” My voice wavers from nerves.
“Snuggling. What are you doing?”
“Uh, we don’t snuggle,” I point out.
“Now we do.” He pulls me in closer with one arm, his hand branding me with its width.
I can’t breathe. Everything about this is screaming relationship, and it’s throwing me into a tailspin of anxiety. Mix that with the almost orgasm I had earlier and Hollis’s brand of flirting, and I’m on the verge of losing it.
I can’t do this. This is not me. I don’t hold hands, and I sure as hell don’t snuggle. I’ve never had a man pressed up behind me, his arm wrapped around me, his hand burning through my skin. Yet for some reason, it feels nice.
