Pyke novel Chapter 20

The coat that I offered doesn’t help much for her petite body. Her body continues to shiver. My balls ache for putting myself together to stop from pulling her into my arms to warm her up. I have to stop doing so—for her own good.

I crave her. I want her so bad that makes me dizzy. I want to press her against this glass elevator wall if I can get a chance to feel her body next to me again.

I’m such a melodramatic asshole.

The water drips from her wet hair down to the crook of her neck, to the valley of her barely covered tits. Her see-through white shirt doesn’t help to cover her puckered nipples poking through her red lacy bra.

I swallow hard, breathing deeply to control my tense muscles. Keeping our distance away is nearly impossible because my mind spins dirty thoughts off my tongue running down her neck to the valley of her tits. Tasting her once isn’t enough, now, I’m not sure if I can get enough of her.

I notice her eyes pinning on me. Thanks to the glass wall. She’s biting her bottom lip, hugging herself together. Her gaze is raking from my chest down to my abdomen, to my bulging crotch.

I clear my throat. “If you don’t wanna find yourself press against this wall, you better behave and stop looking at my cock, Camila. I won’t blame myself for losing my control. So stop teasing me.”

She swallows hard, leaving the last view she enjoys to look at.

I release a sigh of relief when the elevator slides open, and that’s the longest elevator hell ride I’ve ever had.

She follows me silently, checking out the surroundings as soon as we get inside my apartment.

My spacious wooden carved wall living room consists of off-white leather couches, electric fireplace, and some of my antique wood sculptures collections that I bought mostly from Europe, and my one medieval wood carving photograph that covers half of the wall.

“Follow me.” Then the yellow lights illuminate the entire hallway.

“Wow,” she mutters, “are all these things you have here are motion sensors?”

“No, Babe. Only this hallway.”

“Why only this?”

“Because if I’m a drunk ass I can’t even flick the lights on.”

“Yeah, while your hands are busy somewhere else,” she mumbles under her breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Camila?” I pause after I open my bedroom door.

My gaze locks hers. Is she jealous if I’m busy touching another woman?

“Can you just give me something to change. I’m dying here from cold.”

“Come inside, before you will judge me again, no one enters my bedroom.”

“Then I’ll just wait outside,” she says and stops at the door, suddenly looks ashamed.

“Get inside, Babe. You need to soak in the tub for a while.” The thought of soaked Camila fogs my brain with an amazing view of her naked body in my tub.

“Let me use the other tub then.”

“I may be an asshole but I’m not a rapist, Camila.”

“I was not thinking about you as a rapist.”

Yeah, because you have no idea that I definitely raped you in my mind.

I ignore her retort, letting her into my room, to my bathroom that nobody gets in, yet. I start filling the tub with enough temperature of the water while Camila awaits, but she already removes the coat and hangs it on the towel rack.

“I don’t have a bubble bath. Shower gel will do?”

“I didn’t come with you to pamper myself, Pyke. I just want to change to something dry.”

“That’s the first time you called my name again.”

“Yeah, because I need to be nice to you.”

Stand up straight, facing her. “Really? I can kick you out of my apartment right now if I want to.”

“Then do it.” Suddenly, she sounds annoyed.

“Strip off your clothes, then I’ll dry them so that you can use them later.”

Without hesitation, she starts unbuttoning her jeans, shrugging them off her feet leaving only her red lace panties. She yanks off her white shirts leaving only her red lacy bra.

Is she gonna bare herself naked in front of me?

My body hums with anticipation. Blood rushes through my brain. My lips dry instantly when she reaches her back to unhook her bra.

I fake a cough. “Do you want me to jerk off in front of you?”

She pauses and turns to face me with narrowed eyes. “Then what are you still doing here?”

My eyes land on her breast. My mouth waters, my cock aches inside my pants. Clearly, this woman is the death of me—killing me with aching balls.

“I’ll go make us something to eat. I’ll place a shirt for you on my bed.” I leave without a second thought before I will join and fuck her in the tub. That’s if she’ll let me.

“Pyke, thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

I sigh deeply in relief. My heart somersaults in my chest. I fumble some ingredients for a chicken tortellini soup from the cupboards and fridge. I’m placing a pot half full of water on the stove when I hear Camila yelling from the room.

Shit!

Adrenaline courses through my system as I run faster toward my room because I know why she’s yelling at the top of her lungs. It’s Twinkle.

“Pyke!”

I rush into the bathroom and push the door open causing it to slam against the wall. Before I can process, Camila launches herself on me, her legs wrap around my waist, her arms entwine around my neck. My arms instantly wrap around her wet and naked body in response.

Fuck me!

I missed her body pressed against mine. Her wet flesh feels like heaven on my hands—so soft, so smooth, bare, and warm. No, hot.