The Devil You Know - K.B. Winters Page 0,51
to think about sharing a bed with Kat and the temptation it presented. She was pissed so nothing would happen.
Nothing will happen because I don’t want it to.
I tried to reason even as I stroked my cock until I exploded in the confines of the shower. The shower lasted much longer than it needed to, but I took my time. It was more important not to seem like a creeper than it was to keep her waiting.
Thirty minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom and found Kat sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, laptop in front of her. She looked up with a wide smile for the first time all day.
“This place has around the clock room service and guest services.”
“That’s great,” I said absently, trying to figure out why she was so excited. “But where are my clothes?”
Kat laughed. “Pajamas will be here in fifteen minutes. Our clothes will be laundered and returned in the morning, but first I need to rinse off so they only have to make one trip. Listen for the door and try not to shoot anyone.”
Ten minutes after the shower sounded, I tried to think of anything other than Kat naked in the other room with nothing more than a door between us. I closed my eyes, refusing to think about the water running down her body, the way the soap made her skin slick and soft.
“Fuck!”
Of course, that was the moment a knock sounded at the door, and I was forced to answer in nothing but a plush off-white towel. I wasn’t embarrassed, but I didn’t appreciate being in such a vulnerable position in front of a complete stranger.
“Yeah?” I called out.
No answer, so I opened the door. The petite woman blinked and stuttered when she spoke. “I have dessert, wine and clothing for you, sir.”
“Thanks,” I told the woman gruffly and grabbed the bags while she rolled the tray of food inside the room.
Her face lit up when I handed her a tip. “Oh, thank you sir. Call me if you need anything. Good night.”
I nodded and engaged both locks behind her before looking inside the bags. Kat had thought of everything.
When she emerged from the bathroom, skin pale and slightly pink from the hot water, a towel doing absolutely nothing to hide the delicious curves she hid behind her businesswoman armor, I was speechless. This was more intimate than I’d ever seen her, and in that moment, I wanted her more than I ever had.
“Did I hear someone knock?”
“You did,” I nodded. “They brought the whole damn store, including some pajamas for me.”
They were pajamas if you considered silk shorts suitable sleeping attire.
“Perfect!” She went to the bags I set on the floor, completely oblivious to the effect she had on me wearing nothing but a towel. Kat bent and rifled through the bags, giving me a long look at her endless bare, legs. Even the gap between her thighs was just barely visible, and I had to look away before I did something stupid, like strip that towel from her and lick every fucking inch of her body.
She grabbed a few things and slipped back into the bathroom.
I took advantage of the moment of privacy to put on the silk shorts, no shirt. Part of me wanted to believe it was a deliberate mistake so she could look at me, but I knew better. Whatever flirting had taken place over the past few weeks was harmless. Meaningless.
Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t taunt her a little. Tease her.
But when she stepped out of the bathroom this time, smelling like vanilla and wearing a shockingly innocent red and white nightgown that did nothing to hide the round shape of her perfect tits, or the outline of hard, braless nipples, it took all of my willpower not to tear it off and show her exactly how much I wanted her.
But I couldn’t. My job was to protect her, not to fuck her. Not to claim her. Not to make her mine.
“You’re staring again,” she said, her voice tense and annoyed.
“I’m a man, Kat, not a fucking saint.”
She looked down at her nightgown, completely fucking oblivious to the inner turmoil she was causing, and then up at me.
“Are you saying that you like this nightgown on me, Terry?”
“Don’t play with me, Kat.”
The smile she wore in that moment was devious, and she gave an innocent shrug. “Who’s playing? I’m just your best friend’s sister, no big deal. Right?”
“Right,” I