Intense Trouble

Chapter 6

After calling Aunt Marelle back, I settled into the car with the cold bag of food on the passenger seat. As I pulled out of his driveway, my mind began to wander, and a mix of emotions swirled inside me.

The drive back to her house was a familiar one, with the roads becoming more open as I navigated through the familiar turns. I was grateful for the silence of the car, which allowed me some much-needed time to think.

Aunt Marelle had reassured me over the phone that I didn't need to rush back home, mentioning that she was going out with friends. It was a relief, but a small part of me couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she hadn't called.

Would I have stayed longer, allowing myself to be swept away by the mysterious man in that house? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. No, it was better not to dwell on what-ifs.

As I made it and parked in the driveway, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. I couldn't believe I had spent so much time at his house. Time seemed to have slipped away.

A sudden realization hit me. I hadn't noticed a single photograph on his walls. It was as if he had deliberately kept his personal life hidden. I couldn't help but wonder what he was hiding, but then I quickly dismissed the thought. The less I knew about him, the better. It was safer that way.

With a sigh, I walked into the kitchen to warm up my now-cold burger. The delicious aroma filled the room, but I was too preoccupied to fully appreciate it. My mind was still swirling with the intensity of the encounter and the raw passion that had left its mark on my body.

I raced upstairs, eager to wash away the remnants of the evening. Gathering my clothes, I stepped in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, and my eyes immediately fixed on the love bites adorning the side of my neck. I held a shaky hand up to touch them, and a surge of memories flooded my mind. His mouth on me, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. It was both thrilling and terrifying, with the intensity of our connection overwhelming my senses.

I closed my eyes, as I slowly drug my hand through my hair and yanked it softly.

Imagining he was behind me, adding more, sucking harder, marking me...

Damn.

I squeeze my thighs together, looking to ease the begging ache between my legs.

The heat of the moment was too much to handle, and I could feel my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath.

My mind was consumed with thoughts of him, and the way he made me feel with just a simple touch. I longed for his embrace, for his lips on mine, for his hands exploring every inch of my body.

It was a dangerous desire, but I couldn't resist it. I wanted him more than anything at that moment, and nothing else mattered.

The passion between us was electric, and it left me craving more. As I opened my eyes again, I knew that this was only the beginning of our wild and intense connection.

I stared back at my glazed-over expression and bit my lip in uncertainty.

Don't do it, Sawyer.

Don-- I ignored the bigger person in me; I underdressed and walked into the steamy shower.

The water gave a warm buzz to my skin, and the atmosphere in the heated bathroom was like his eyes watching my every move.

As I closed my eyes, I could only see his green, beautiful orbs staring me down.

Watching me as I slid a hand slowly down my navel, circling my belly button, and drug it back up and circling my hard nipples, which I recently became aware of because of him.