to figure out how to do that without fucking everything up.
After taking my shower, and doing the five-knuckle hustle, I’m more frustrated by the uninspired release than before. Something needs to be done.
I head into the guest room to see if Moira needs anything. She left the door wide open, and I don’t think twice about heading inside. If she wants privacy, she’ll shut the door, but I pull up short when I hear the shower running and see her naked.
One glance is all it takes. Not only did she not shut the outer door, but Moira kept the bathroom door open as well, giving me an unobstructed view of her nude body as she showers.
Beneath the spray of water, she rinses shampoo from her hair, running her delicate fingers through her long, blond strands. Water sluices down her tight and toned body, running in rivulets between her shoulder blades and down her back.
I lick my lips as I follow the sensual path that water takes.
I should go.
I should turn around and march right out of there, but like a punch in the gut, I’m completely, and utterly, entranced. My balls draw up as blood rushes to my cock. When I reach down to make an adjustment, Moira spins around and our gazes collide and lock fast together.
Her attention immediately shifts to my hand, where I fist my engorged member over the thin fabric of my shorts. Slowly, she draws her gaze upward as I struggle to recover. I don’t like that I’m standing in her room with a raging erection, my fist gripping it, while she’s naked and…
I really need to leave.
Yet, somehow, my feet refuse to budge. My mouth goes dry as I breathe in, struggling with what to do. The floral scent of the shampoo I leave for guests swirls in the air, strawberries and vanilla. It fits Moira, almost as if I bought it with her in mind. Steam billows out into the room, fogging the mirrors in the bathroom and cranking up the humidity, thickening the air with potent promise and possibilities.
I lick my lips, wanting her so badly that it physically hurts. She meets my fire with desire, and no matter how hard I fight, this is a battle I’ll ultimately lose.
But not now.
Not yet.
She’s been through a traumatic experience and needs time.
Her gaze shifts with indecision, but then her shoulders roll back. Moira steps out of the shower, holding my gaze the entire time. Without grabbing a towel, she boldly takes another step, dripping temptation and sin all over the floor. She takes another step, and stands before me, wet hair dripping down tits a man could lose himself in forever.
“I’m sorry, but you didn’t shut the door.” By some miracle, I find my voice.
Riveted in place, I make no secret about the direction of my gaze. Moira stands there, completely unaffected by her nudity and lets me drink her in.
She gathers her hair over her shoulder and gives it a tug. “I guess I wanted to see.”
“See what?”
“If you would check on me.”
“Why wouldn’t I check on you? I want to see if you have everything you need.”
“Is that it? You want to see if I have everything I need?” Her shoulders roll back and her gaze hardens. When she shifts her attention to my hand, I can’t help but squeeze my fully erect cock and grimace at the raging need within me. “Because it looks like something else might be up.”
Instead of releasing the vice on my cock, my grip tightens as I attempt to gain control over my body. I want her. I want her deeply, urgently, and with a desperation I don’t understand, but I know what she’s been through.
Moira’s been used her entire life. I hate how strong my hunger is to do exactly the same to her as the monsters of her past. Truthfully, I don’t know how to take what I want from her, and I’m not sure how to ask. I don’t even know if it’s appropriate, considering what she’s been through.
What’s the appropriate amount of time to wait before initiating intimacy with a survivor like Moira?
She’s everything I want and everything I can’t have. I can’t subject her to the rawness inside of me, the beast hungering for a lick, a taste. Hell, I want to devour her. Hasn’t she had enough of men taking what they want to last a lifetime?
“Griff…” Her gaze shifts again and pulls me from my thoughts. Those delicate