Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
WRATH
The bedroom is filled with thick, steamy air when I walk inside. I stop when I’m in the middle of the room. My body freezes in its tracks at the sight in front of me. The room being steamy isn’t the reason I stop, though.
It’s because I see her standing at the vanity in the bathroom, her back to me, her bare ass on display, and I swear to fuck, I almost whimper at the sight of her plump flesh staring back at me.
I should have fucked her from behind this morning. I really fucking should have. Seeing her now, I understand my mistake. I didn’t take the time I needed to examine every goddamn square inch of her flesh.
In fact, I’m going to need to do that later today. There is just no way around it. I have to see that perfect plump ass shake when I slam into her sweet cunt from behind. And it’s in this fucking moment that I realize she’s mine. And there is no turning back. Age be damned. I’m going to keep her.
“Are you staring at my ass?” she asks, but I can hear the smile in her voice, even if I’m not ready to look up from said ass to see the smile yet.
I continue to take in the plump flesh, not even bothering to look up to meet her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. I’m not trying to hide the fact that I’m staring at perfection. So, as my answer, I shrug a shoulder. Slowly, my lips curve up into a grin as I continue to unabashedly stare.
Unfortunately, she covers my view of her ass when she slides my T-shirt down her body. Only then do I tear my gaze from her ass and watch as she turns around, my eyes finding hers. She’s smiling, not at all annoyed or pissed that I was staring at her perfection.
“What’s that?” Her eyes shift from mine and flick down to the box in my hand.
I almost completely forgot about the donuts. I’m glad I didn’t drop them in my appreciation of Elodie’s amazing fucking ass. Clearing my throat, I know that I have to answer her because there is now a slightly awkward pause between us.
“Found these in the kitchen. Figured you might be hungry. I’m sure it’s not what you want, but you know it’s bare bones in there.”
She takes one step forward, then another, quickly closing the short distance between us.
Opening the box toward her, I watch as her eyes widen.
My lips curve up into a smile at the sight.
I can see the excitement on her face. She’s looking at these three donuts the same way I was looking at her ass.
“I have a serious love affair with donuts. I should not even think about eating one,” she begins.
I am mesmerized by her as she reaches into the box and takes one, even though she claimed she shouldn’t. I don’t know why she’d say that. It’s a fucking donut, not a line of coke.
She brings the yeast-dough-fried-goodness to her lips, but before she opens her mouth and takes a bite, she closes her eyes and inhales a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then lets it out slowly.
Elodie then opens her mouth and sinks her teeth into the soft dough.
It’s fucking sexual, and I have a feeling it’s the same for her, but in a different way.
I wait for her to moan. I know she is seriously feeling this, and I want her to take the same pleasure in the way I work her that this donut gives her.
My cock twitches at the sight of her with this fucking food, and then my balls ache instantly when she moans as she chews. Yes. That’s what I wanted. Right fucking there. I seriously want her lips wrapped around my cock.
I want to fuck her from behind and then pull out of her before I slip my dick down her throat. I want to do a hell of a lot to her. I’m going to have to start a mental checklist.
“I gotta meet with you and Alex in my office. I have coffee made. How do you take it?”
I force the words out because if I stand here for another minute, I’m going to do all those things I want to do with her, and I’ll never get the pictures from her. And those pictures are important as fuck for the club and for me. Though I have to remind myself, because I’m ready to say fuck it.
“Alex is still here?” she asks.
I hum, dipping my chin in a single nod. “He is. Probably ready to get the fuck out and go home. I’m sure you are, too.”
Her brows snap together, and she takes another bite of the donut. I decide instantly that watching her eat comes in second to fucking her, because holy shit, she’s sexy as hell. Never thought I would find someone eating sexy, but I have a feeling that everything Elodie does, I’m going to find sexy.
She walks over to the bed and slowly sinks down on the edge. Yup. Sexy.
My shirt rides up on her thighs, and I can’t look away from the sight of her bare skin. I’ve seen so much fucking skin in my life… this should not affect me at all. But it does. I’m tempted to sink down in front of her, spread her thighs, and eat her the way she’s eating that donut.
“Haze,” I call out.
She exhales, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. I grunt, unable to look away from her. This girl is seriously going to be my goddamn undoing. I swore I’d have nothing to do with her, swore I wouldn’t piss next to the watering hole, and that shit lasted about two weeks… less, really.
“Coast?” she asks.
And fuck me, because I goddamn love it when she says my name. Yup. She’s going to be my fucking ruin, or maybe I’m going to be hers. I’m not sure how this is going to play out, at least not yet.
Then she continues speaking before I can respond to her saying my name. I want her to scream my name, or maybe whisper it in my ear on a moan, I’m not sure which. But I don’t want her to simply say it. I need to be inside her the next time she does.
“I should want to get the hell out of here as fast as humanly possible,” she says.
I hold my breath before letting it out slowly as she continues. “But I don’t. I never want to leave, and I have a feeling that’s going to be a big problem. I didn’t know that fear and desire could feel the same, but they do.”
She’s right. It is a big problem. But I have the same fucking sentiments. I want her to stay right here, in this room, and more specifically, in my bed. It’s a big problem because I know without a doubt this won’t end well.
And she’s right to fear me, though I know I’m wrong to desire her. Because once I decide to keep her, there is no walking away.
Moving toward her, I lift my hand to cup her cheek, sliding my thumb across her bottom lip, just like she did to me this morning, as my gaze searches hers. I need to be closer to her. I need to feel her.
Leaning down, I touch my lips to hers, and I say something I don’t think I should. The fact of the matter is that I don’t think.
“I don’t want you to leave. But you should.”
“Should I?” she asks in a whispered breath.
I hum, releasing her cheek and taking a step backward. “Come on, let’s get you some coffee and go over last night, so you can head home with Alex.”
She nods once. I watch her, and I can tell there’s a sadness to her eyes. I don’t ask her about that, though. I need to get my fucking shit together. I’m almost fifty years old, and I’m pining after this girl.
I’m talking about wanting to keep her here.
I’m talking a bunch of fucking nonsense, but I can’t stop.
“Coffee,” she says.
“Coffee,” I confirm.
“And then what?” she asks.
I can tell she’s searching my gaze, looking for some kind of answer. I don’t give it to her. Instead, I take another step backward, turning away from her, and walk out of the room. I can’t continue the conversation. If I attempt to, I’m going to look like a fucking pussy.