Under His Watchful Eye

“My room?”

My eyes must be wide because he gives me a strange look before answering me.

“Yes. Your room.”

I am never so obvious, but I find myself blurting out, “Is it your room too?”

Again, with that amused smile, “No Anna, it is not.”

Okay, now I am very confused. I really thought I would be spending my nights with him until the quarantine period ends. I want to know how this will happen. I want to ask him if he will even touch me, but I keep my mouth shut and follow him inside.

It is a nice room and a contrast to the rest of the house.

Most of the rooms I have seen downstairs have modern decor, but this room looks traditional and feminine. From the soft cream hues to the beige bed with matching sheets, this room is an exception.

“Did you decorate your home?”

“No. Some interior designer did, except this room. My mother decorated this one.”

I nod, deciding that makes sense, and feeling oddly relieved.

There are two other guest rooms, and small desk adjoined to his bedroom. The last room he finally shows me is his bedroom. It is so dark yet alluring and I can’t help thinking that it captures him exactly.

The varying shades of brown mesmerize me alternating with a few strategically placed whites here and there. But what captures my eyes is the large four poster bed at the centre of the room. The silks and the deep colour of mahogany look as tempting as sin and I want to be with him here. I have no right to be, of course, but a girl can want.

Out of the corner of my eye, I find him looking at me like he wants to throw me on the bed himself.

Despite the sexual tension between us, though, lunch time finds us seated on opposite sides of the massive desk downstairs. It finds me already settled down in the guest room and working hard to now concentrate on work as we keep stealing glances of each other across Liam’s desk.

He hasn’t tried anything else all day, but has been a perfect gentleman, and I am hating it more than I can say. He orders lunch or the both of us, and we eat in silence, but I am not fooled.

Whatever has made him reserved has not made him want me less. He might think I am having second thoughts just because I am being reluctant, but that is not it at all. He might put me in a different room, but I know he wants me here. I can tell from the sexual tension clouding the air between us and it makes me more confident than he knows.

At night, he hugs me goodnight like a proper gentleman, and I let him.

Perhaps I should give him time, but let him know that I intend to explore what is between us.

Chapter Four

Anna

My legs dig into the bed and I moan so loud at how good I feel. Vaguely I wonder if he can hear me through the walls, but I can’t make myself care at all. My fingers swirl around my clitoris again and again and my eyes glaze over remembering how his lips curled around the strawberry we had for dessert yesternight. I remember the way his tongue licked the whipped cream from his fingers and how long his fingers looked. I close my eyes imagining that wicked tongue of his in between my legs and those long fingers dipping into me.

His voice was so dark and sensual, I feel it all over me when he told me to push my fingers inside me. He said he was close, and that he needed to see it. The weight of the blanket is nothing like his, but I allow myself to pretend I have Liam on top of me just as I detonate in a thousand pieces feeling every piece of me fall away. My orgasm steals over me just as I see his darkened eyes looking at me the way he did after he had cum for me.

“Damn you.” I say to empty air.

I feel so wound up all the time that I feel like a bomb that needs to detonate nearly every time I am near him. Liam effing Thorne does this to me and in the past three days he has been doing nothing about it and it is frustrating the crap out of me.

I catch my breath slowly feeling like I have only succeeded in taking the edge off. Peeling my sweaty body from in between she sheets, I drag myself to the bathroom, turn on the shower and get in the shower when the water is warm enough. Every part of me feels sensitized, and again, I m choosing to blame all of this on him. The water might feel good on my skin, but I know it is his fingers I want on my body.