Page 22 of Beg Me Angel

“Here.” Glancing up, I noticed she wasn't there. “Vera?”

“In here,” she yelled from the spare room.

Stepping to her door, I pushed it open with the back of my hand. “I don't know how well these will fit, but it's better than what you had.”

The door swung open slowly and I strangled the clothes between my fingers as my eyes froze in place.

I should've knocked.

If I had been smarter I would've just dropped them outside her door and told her to get them when she was ready.

Vera was sitting on the edge of the bed, drying her legs with the trim of the towel, her pussy shadowed and spotlighted in quick flashes. “Thanks, can you throw them next to me?”

Her sultry lips were glistening, peeking out from under the towel, sending tingles up my spine. Swallowing hard, I snapped my head up. “Yeah, sure.”

I tried not to look back down, to forget what I had seen and pretend it never happened. It didn't seem like she was even aware of the peepshow she was giving me. Her skin was still ivory, no cherry red streaming in from embarrassment. She didn't yelp or gasp when I opened the door.

This woman is going to kill me.

“What's wrong?” she asked, squeezing her legs together as she leaned forward and gripped the mattress. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

I saw something all right.

My cock went from stiff to rock hard, ready to break free and slam deep inside her. This girl had to be out of her mind, she had no idea how much fuel she was pouring on this fire.

I stayed in the doorway, tossing the clothes to her. “Here, I'm going to bed.”

“Pax—”

“Good night, Vera.” Spinning on my heels, I stalked back to my room and slammed the door shut.

I promised her I would fix this.

I promised her I would make it right.

But I promised myself I wouldn't touch her.