Devour Me, Baby(8)By: Fiona Davenport
The house where I rented a room was in a great neighborhood. I had my own ensuite bathroom, and it was less than three miles away from campus. The woman who owned the house was incredibly sweet, and she didn’t ask a lot from me as her tenant. She charged me way less than she should in rent, and all my utilities were included. I had a guaranteed parking spot in her driveway. She even made extra food for me so I’d have home-cooked meals to eat since I was hopeless in the kitchen.
When I’d signed the lease, it was the perfect living situation. Then I’d met her son a month after I’d moved in, and it became incredibly awkward. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. Moving out would be a relief, even if it was a bit like jumping out of the pot and straight into the fire. It was an appropriate analogy considering who Owen was, but the risk of getting burned by the sexy chef who I’d secretly lusted over was scary.
“Fine,” I huffed. “But you’re going to clean out your guest room so I can stay in there. No more sharing your bed.”
When I turned on my heel to make my way to his bathroom for my shower, I heard what suspiciously sounded like something about not caring which bed we slept in as long as it was the same one. I didn’t respond, but his persistence stoked the flame of desire inside me even brighter. I was close to spontaneous combustion when I poured body wash into my palm and the scent surrounded me in the steamy shower. It smelled like Owen.
“Damn it,” I groaned.
As I slid my soapy hands along my body, my intent was just to get clean. But when my fingers swept over my clit, I couldn’t resist the temptation. With my head flung back, the hot water beat against my body while I circled my clit with one finger. It didn’t take much to get my legs shaking and my toes clenching. With the water cascading down my body, it was easy to imagine Owen on his knees in front of me, his mouth on my pussy. His fingers clenched against my ass as he pulled me close and devoured me. The fantasy burst into my head, the image crystal clear, and shoved me over the edge while I whimpered his name.
Once I was able to see straight again, I hurried through the rest of my shower and finished getting ready. Knowing what I’d done in there, and what I’d pictured him doing, I couldn’t bring myself to meet Owen’s gaze. I mumbled something about needing to hustle or else I’d be late for class, accepting the travel mug of coffee he offered and running for the door.
“Sienna,” Owen called out as I was about to step into my car.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Yeah?”
“That orgasm you gave yourself in my shower? It’s the last one you’re going to have without me watching.”
Holy crap... I was in way over my head with him.
I watched Sienna until her car disappeared down the street, then went back inside to get ready for the day. Last night had been an exercise in control with her soft, supple body pressed to mine all night.
When I’d convinced her that she needed to stay the night since she’d been drinking, she’d stripped off her clothes on the way to the bedroom. I honestly didn’t know how I found the strength to coerce her into one of my T-shirts and a pair of boxers. After an icy shower, I’d slipped into bed and pulled her into my arms. I almost came in my fucking underwear when she snuggled her sweet little ass up against my groin.
With a sigh, I reached out and slid the handle all the way to the coldest setting. I gritted my teeth and washed quickly, trying not to think about what she’d been doing in there earlier that morning.
I was just stepping out of the glass enclosure when my phone started ringing. Wrapping a towel around my waist as I walked, I made my way to my dresser. A quick look at the screen told me in was Xander, the owner of Gray Security.
“What do you know?” I asked in lieu of a greeting.
“You’re not going to like it,” he warned.
“I figured,” I growled, already pissed as fuck before I even knew what he had to say.
“Is she with you?”
“She just left for school.”
“So she didn’t go home?”
Fury was building inside me with every second, my mind whirring through worst case scenarios.