Chapter 1: Wet Beginnings
I pushed open the door to the shared bathroom of our upscale loft, the faint hum of the city buzzing through the cracked window. Steam curled in the air, thick and warm, wrapping around me like a lover’s caress. And there she was—Daisy, all five feet of fiery brunette energy, stepping out of the shower. Water glistened on her skin, trailing down her curves, her massive breasts barely contained by the towel she was half-heartedly wrapping around herself. My breath hitched, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Well, damn, Ethan,” she drawled, her voice dripping with playful accusation as she caught my stare. “Didn’t anyone teach you to knock? Or are you just here for the show?”
I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms to hide the way my pulse was racing. “Didn’t think I needed an invitation to my own bathroom. But hell, Daisy, if you’re putting on a performance, I’m not about to walk out.”
She smirked, one hip cocking to the side as she adjusted the towel, letting it slip just enough to tease the edge of her cleavage. “Oh, I’m not performing for you, pretty boy. I’m just living my life. If you can’t handle a little skin, maybe you should stick to cold showers.”
I chuckled, stepping closer, the heat from the steam mixing with the heat building in my chest. “Cold showers? Nah, I’m more into the kind of heat you’re throwing off right now. You sure you’re not trying to tempt me, standing there all wet and dripping?”
Her hazel eyes flashed with mischief as she took a step toward me, closing the distance. The scent of her coconut body wash hit me like a punch, intoxicating. “Tempt you? Ethan, if I wanted to tempt you, I’d already have you on your knees begging for a taste. This? This is just me being me.”
My jaw tightened, and I could feel myself getting hard just from the way her words cut through me, sharp and confident. “Big talk, Daisy. But I’m not the begging type. Maybe you’re the one who’s curious—wondering what it’d be like if I pinned you against that tiled wall right now.”
She laughed, low and throaty, her towel slipping another inch as she reached out, her fingers brushing my chest. “Curious? Honey, I don’t wonder. I take what I want. And if I wanted you, you’d already be sweating and panting under me.”
The air between us crackled, electric and dangerous. I could see the challenge in her eyes, the way her lips parted just slightly, daring me to make a move. My hands itched to grab her, to feel that slick, warm skin under my palms, to bury myself in the heat of her. I stepped even closer, my voice dropping to a growl. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll show you just how horny I can get. That towel’s barely hanging on—want me to help it fall?”
Daisy’s grin was pure wickedness as she tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. “Oh, Ethan, you think you’re in control here? If I let this towel drop, it’s because I want to see you lose your damn mind. Question is, can you handle me?”
My cock throbbed at her words, the tension between us ready to snap. I reached for her, my fingers grazing the edge of the towel, ready to tear it away and claim every inch of her. Her breath hitched, and I knew we were seconds from exploding into something wild and untamed—her pussy, my hands, the steam, all of it about to collide in a storm of raw, desperate need.
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