Serenity

10| Closer

Shane's POV:

When she removed her shirt, revealing the black lacy bra underneath, my heart was beating so fast, and my dick was already so hard that I could barely think straight. I had seen her body before, but now, with her standing in front of me, her body practically naked, I could hardly keep myself from wanting her again.

I knew we were supposed to keep a distance and be professional. I knew this wasn't what we were here for. But seeing her smooth and supple body, her nipples poking out, the goosebumps erupting over her skin, her curves... fuck.

I wanted to throw away the painting supplies in my hands and run them over the bare expanse of her skin, to hear her sighs and moans of pleasure. I wanted to hear her whimper my name as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy. I wanted to watch her come undone, her body trembling and shaking, her pussy spasming around my cock.

But I couldn't. We still had to maintain distance. We couldn't cross that line once again.

I was just painting, I told myself.

Just some harmless painting. We were both still professional. My dick was still inside my pants, she was only half naked, and we weren't touching each other.

This wasn't like before.

"What now?" she whispered.

"Your bra too," I said, my voice hoarse.

Her eyes widened at my request, but she didn't protest.

I had no idea why the fuck I was asking this of her. I didn't know why I wanted to torment myself even more by seeing even more of her when I couldn't touch her. But then, as her fingers moved and undid the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement, all my doubts disappeared.

"Fucking hell," I muttered as my eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. Her eyes were still wide, her breath was coming out in short gasps, and I could see her chest rise and fall with each breath.

She was now only wearing a pair of dark shorts, her legs bare and smooth, and I could almost imagine them wrapped around my waist as I fucked her senseless. Her chestnut hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, but I could see her nipples, hard and erect, through the few strands of her hair.

"Should I turn around?" She asked, her voice soft and hesitant.

"No," I replied. "I don't want to paint on your back this time."

Her face flushed as she understood what I meant to say, and she swallowed.

"Oh," she breathed. "Okay."

My hands were itching to reach out and touch her, but I couldn't. If I touched her, there was no way I would be able to stop.

Besides, I had other plans for her body.

"Come closer," I ordered, and she obeyed, her movements slow and tentative, as if she were afraid that one wrong move might break the spell between us.

She came closer, but she stopped at a safe distance from me, her eyes searching mine.

"Don't you need glasses?" she questioned.

I quirked a brow, surprised at her random query. I didn't really need glasses right now. Not with how close I planned my canvas to be while I painted on it. So, I didn't exactly know why I said what I did next.

"I do," I replied, a slight smile playing on my lips as my gaze shifted to the brush and palette in my hands. "But as you can see, my hands are already occupied."

"So," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she met my gaze. "Do you want me to get them for you?"

"They're on the desk." I nodded in its direction.