Chapter 53

 

Jayce

 

 

AFTER REMOVING THE rest of my clothing, I stepped into the shower and opened up the small bar of soap I’d found. As I began lathering up, I thought about the look on Ava’s face when I asked her to join me. For a brief second, she almost looked like she was going to take me up on it. But then her eyes filled with panic.

It was such a shame.

A beautiful woman like Ava deserved a healthy and happy sex life. Obviously, it wasn’t going to happen between us. I just hoped that one day soon, someone would help her overcome her fear and anxiety.

My mind went to earlier, when we’d argued before leaving for Tampa. Although, I’d been angrier than hell, I’d since had a chance to think things through. I now realized that Tarot was right. Ava had been desperate to find out what happened to Andrew, and if the roles had been reversed, I’d have probably done the same thing. I had to admit, the woman had balls. 

She also had a nice fucking ass and lips that I wanted to taste again, but probably never would.

I closed my eyes and pictured her in the thong she’d worn during our inking session. All of the blood rushed to my cock as I imagined what was hiding underneath it. I wrapped my hand around my rod and was about to let my fantasies run wild, when I heard a noise. Startled, I opened my eyes and did a double-take.

“Uh, hi,” Ava said softly, standing on the other side of the glass. She was naked except for the towel wrapped around her torso.

“What are you doing?” I asked, letting go of my erection.

She looked up at me from under her lashes. “I don’t know. I just…”

My cock began to throb as I stared at the swell of her breasts pushed up from the towel. I wanted to rip it off of her and run my hands all over her body.

“This might have been a bad idea,” she murmured, turning away.

“Wait.” I opened up the shower door and held out my hand. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Ava turned back and I saw both fear and desperation in her eyes. “If I come in there, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

Her eyes traveled down my body. When she saw that I was rock hard, her face turned red. “Let me touch you first.”

Thought of her hands on me got my body pumping hot. “Whatever you want.”

She dropped the towel and I had to control myself. Soft, round breasts, a lean waist, and those tan, curvy hips I’d been fantasizing about. What made it even more erotic, was the tattoo. It was almost like I’d branded her with my art. It was sexier than all hell.

Bashfully, she walked in and I stepped out of the way. The fact that I was forbidden to touch her aroused me even more. She closed the door and then held out her hand. “The soap?”

Forgetting that I was still holding it, I handed the bar to her. She rubbed it between her hands and then began lathering herself with it. My pulse roared and every inch of my cock ached for release as I watched her hands move over her luscious curves.

“You sure you don’t want help with that?” I asked, licking my lips and feeling like I was about to explode.