I hadn’t thought about it until this very moment, and suddenly, I was desperate for it. If we didn’t touch, what we were doing felt “safe.” We’d walk right up to the edge of danger, but not cross over, and I hungered to see him lose control in my presence.
Need choked my throat, making it hard to speak, so I nodded quickly.
This time, when his hand resumed moving, it was faster, and a determined, focused look settled in his eyes. Did he feel like he was on stage, performing for me? If so, he didn’t seem uncomfortable.
Not even a little.
He put his free hand on one of the treads of the stairs, as if preparing and needing something to hold onto. When he pumped his fist, his hips moved in time. The subtle gyrations ripped me open and poured more heat inside me. I wanted him to move like that against me, in either my hand, or in my mouth, or inside my body. It was pornographic how he swayed and rolled. A private show for me that was so lewd I could barely blink, not wanting to miss any of it.
His grasp was firm and tight because the skin around his grip moved up and down with him, making the head of his cock disappear as he focused on the tip. Short, heavy breaths worked loose from his lungs, and it was difficult to tell which he enjoyed more: jerking himself off or looking at me.
He’d been using one hand this whole time, and maybe it’d gotten tired or strained, because he ringed himself at the base, and his other hand came off the stair step to take over.
Wait, no. He cupped his hand, then tipped his head forward, and I watched as a bead of saliva trailed from his lips down into his palm.
“Yes,” I encouraged. “Get it wet.”
Holy shit. How many margaritas had I had? I’d never said anything like that before, and the abrupt dirty talk from my lips was startling.
But Troy? He very much approved of it. He shuddered as his fresh, damp hand took over, and the fatigued one massaged lower. God, it was sensual the way he touched and rubbed himself, as if enjoying it as much as I did.
“Fuck,” he groaned in satisfaction. “I want to see all of you.”
His gaze dropped to the only thing left on my body, the peach bikini bottom, and air whooshed out of me. Wasn’t it silly to be bashful about this? And a little unfair, since he was completely naked and had followed every order I’d given him?
He wasn’t sure how to interpret my hesitation, so his voice went husky. “You want me to come over there and help you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “And no, because if you touch me . . . I don’t know what will happen.”
His sexy pace slowed a little and confusion pulled his eyebrows together.
It forced me to continue. “I haven’t had sex in a long time. You don’t want to get within striking distance of me.”
God, his amused grin made my bones melt. “Like you’re dangerous, Erika.”
Hearing my name in his seductive voice made all the moisture in my body rush to the center of my legs. I meant for it to sound sultry, but I faltered. “Just thinking about what I want to do to you is dangerous.”
He closed both hands around himself, and I couldn’t tell if it was to give himself more pleasure or to hold it back. “Fuck. Tell me about it.”
Instead, I sucked in a breath, slipped my fingertip beneath the sides of my bikini bottom, and began to inch it down.
His handsome face filled with eagerness, and his hands stroked faster as I let the swimsuit fall away. It revealed the carefully manicured strip just above the juncture of my legs, and his gaze zeroed in on it.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “You like this, huh? Watching me?”
He could see how turned on I was and warmth flooded across my cheeks. “I do.”
The hurried sound of skin sliding against skin filled every inch of the room, and his rising tempo made anticipation mount inside me. The expanse of Troy’s gorgeous chest heaved with labored breaths as he closed in on his orgasm, and the sexual charge of it raced in my bloodstream.
I tensed my jaw to hold back a moan.
His thirsty gaze swept over me from my forehead to the tips of my toes as I stepped out of my swimsuit bottoms, and when his gaze returned to meet mine, the longing in it was so acute, it locked us together. We both wanted him to touch me, and we each had only a fingertip’s grip on our control to prevent that from happening.
We stood across from each other, stark fucking naked, breathing in the heat and the sex that filled the room, and it was like a fire raging only inches from a barrel of gasoline. If we came any closer, it’d trigger a powerful mistake.