ROB

SHE WAS INFURIATING. She just sat there, turning blue, shivering like mad but refusing to move, her arms folded like she was a petulant child.

She glared at me but her expression changed to shock when I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap, twisting her so her chest was pressed to mine, her legs around my hips. Her lips were inches from mine and out of nowhere I felt the sudden urge to kiss her. Where had that come from?

She was clearly scared, it was the least appropriate time for my body to start reacting this way. I could feel myself stiffening as she settled in place, squirming slightly but not putting up any real effort to get away. She was too tired.

She sat staring into my eyes, still with that flicker of defiance on display. Her shivering slowly began to subside but I continued to frown as I felt the back of her dress. It was soaking wet and coated in thick mud. "We need to get that off you," I said, tugging at it slightly.

"No we don't," she replied, twisting in place, her voice a whine.

"Yes we do," I snapped, pulling it upwards, ignoring her struggling hands. "It's wet, you're wet. You're covered in mud and you'll freeze if you keep that on. We need to get you clean and dry."

"Stop," she snapped. "Don't."

Fine," I replied, letting go. "I'll wait until you pass out from hypothermia, then I'll take it off you. I give you about three minutes."

She shuddered uncontrollably, her teeth starting to chatter. "I don't want you to see me naked," she said and my cock twitched in response. I hadn't even been thinking about that but my body had other ideas, it was already talking to the caveman part of my brain, telling me I needed to see her body, I needed to use her body, I needed to take her body.

"Up to you," I said with a shrug, pressing her to me, "but you won't get warm if you keep it on."

"Promise me you won't look."

I almost laughed. She'd run from two men who clearly meant her harm. She was in an abandoned building with a complete stranger who might do anything to her and yet she was still thinking of her modesty.

I took her hands in mine. "I promise I won't hurt you. Will that do?"

She looked at me in silence for a moment, sizing me up. Then she nodded. "I believe you."

"Good," I said, reaching for the dress again, sliding it up her body. She stared at me throughout, not blinking once as I tugged it up her chest and then over her head. I tossed it aside, glancing down just once at the swell of her breasts, noting how hard her nipples were, my cock twitching again in response, the sensation in my trousers not helped by the way she wriggled on my lap.

Her legs were still wrapped around my back. If I looked down, I'd see her exposed for me. My hands were on her lower back, pressing her to my chest, rubbing her skin to warm her up. I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. She was naked, she was vulnerable, and she was completely at my mercy. It was such an effort not to kiss her.

She had soft looking lips, deep red in the light of the lantern. I had already looked at her face but I hadn't seen it before. As I held her to me, she pulled her head back and I saw her as if for the first time. Long hair that ran down to her chest, messed up by her running but all the more beautiful for it, half hiding her breasts from view but not long enough to conceal those swollen nipples of hers.

She blinked, not saying anything as my cock throbbed with desire, wanting to be in her more than anything. Just a lowering of my zip and I'd be fucking her. The thought was overwhelming.

"I'm still cold," she said, her teeth starting to chatter.

"I've an idea," I said, reaching for the flask. "This is full of hot water. Stand up for a second."

She did as I asked at once and for a moment, I was level with her pussy. It had a tiny triangle of neat hair above it, leaving her lips fully visible to my gaze. I breathed in, getting a hint of her sweet scent as I forced myself to my feet. Any longer in that position and I wouldn't have been able to resist sticking my tongue out to taste her.

I looked up at her as I stood up. She looked so innocent. So pure. What did it say about me that I wanted to corrupt that purity?

She stood with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders as I tore a corner from it, unscrewing the flask and pouring scalding water onto the scrap of cloth.

Steam rose from the cloth as I ran it over her neck, wiping away a thick layer of mud. After a couple of passes, I took another section of blanket and used it to dry her, dabbing her skin as she stood in silence, watching me closely, her chest heaving up and down.

"Put your arm out," I said, pouring more water onto the cloth before running it from her wrist to her shoulder. I wiped away the worst of the mud before drying her gently.

"Almost done," I said, moving around to do the same to her other arm. I shifted the blanket to do the back of her neck before wrapping her up once more.

I knew I should stop there but I couldn't. I was too far gone. I knelt down in front of her and ran the cloth down her legs, staring at her thighs as she shuffled her feet apart, giving me a perfect look at the most beautiful sight between her legs. As I ran the cloth back up to her inner thigh, I heard her breath catching in her throat.

I paused there before making my arm move back down. I continued to clean her legs whilst wondering what was happening to me.

I'd never been gentle with women before. I'd never needed to. One sniff of my money and they were willing to let me do whatever the hell I wanted. I took what I wanted without thinking about tomorrow. There never was a tomorrow with any of them. There was just another one waiting in line for a chance to get my fortune out of me.

So why wasn't I taking what I wanted from her? Why was I waiting?