Two Sinners Make a Right {+18}

16. I Sleep Alone

I'm back! I've missed writing so much and I'm happy I've finally found the time and motivation to continue with this book ☺️

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When I leave Easton's bedroom, I'm very aware that I'm in nothing but panties and his T-shirt. Granted, it reaches past my knees but feeling the air against my bare legs makes me feel too exposed. What will Easton think when he sees that I've left his bedroom like this?

I'm feeling bold and I've already convinced myself that I'm doing this. All I have to do is ask and Easton will give me what I want.

I frown when I find that he isn't on the couch where he said he'd be. Rex is curled up at the end of the sofa fast asleep and doesn't seemed to be alerted by my presence. He clearly isn't a good guard dog.

I hear water running from a door down the hall. Oh, he's in the shower. I wonder what he'll say if I just walk in unannounced. Will he tell me off but secretly like that I have a perfect view of his naked body? I haven't had a lot of experience with naked men and that's not to say I haven't fooled around with anyone but Easton isn't like the other guys I've dated. I could tell when I felt his body pressing into mine when he kissed me.

I see his whisky glass is half full so I take it and gulp the rest of the glass. Then I head to the bathroom before I can doubt myself.

Opening the door, I'm immediately hit with hot steam and I'm forced to breathe it in. My eyes go to Easton's naked backside as he leans on the wall in front of him with his head under the spray of the water.

Desire pools in my belly at the sight of his muscular back with that gorgeous tattoo, his strong thighs and his perfect arse. Fuck, why did he have to be so perfect? Despite the humid air, my mouth goes dry and it doesn't get better when the door closes and Easton looks at me.

With water running down his face and his hair in such a messy state, he looks like sex on legs. His malachite eyes darken as they roam down my body to my bare legs. My nipples have hardened and I know he's noticed.

"Did you need something?" He asks me and I can hear his own desire in those words.

"You said all I had to do was ask." I lick my dry lips after the words leave my mouth. "I'm asking."

I see him tense just as his eyes darken. He wants me, too.

"I don't think you're ready."

I don't know how I manage to move when I'm so nervous but I walk towards him. He silently watches me like if he speaks I'll stop what this is I'm doing. And I don't think he wants me to stop. I open the shower door, and walk inside, beneath the water so it soaks me and the shirt.

If he's mad about his wet shirt, he doesn't say it. His eyes drop to my breasts where the curve of them is no longer hidden now that the fabric is pressed against them. He makes a pained noise before he says, "I won't take advantage—"

"I'm not drunk if that's what you're worried about." The smell of the whisky on my breath might make him think otherwise but I know he sees the want in my eyes when I look up at him.