Adrian's POV:
I open the bathroom door and step out. Cool air hits my skin. My towel is slung around my waist, another small one, rubbing over my hair. Drops of water slide down my back, disappearing into the edge of the fabric.
Elena is seated at the edge of the bed, and once her eyes land on me, she freezes.
Shit. I should've taken clothes with me so I could change.
Her wide eyes dance over me, from my wet hair, down to my chest, running along my abs, my V-line, and stopping directly on my crotch.
My cock twitches, and my lips curl up slightly.
She's bold for staring like that. She doesn't even care if I'm going to catch her. Which of course, I always do. Every single time.
She swallows, looking away, as a small blush mars her face. Fuck, she looks so fucking cute when she's flustered.
I move to the dresser, putting the small towel round my neck. "You can go in now."
She nods, barely. Then grabs her clothes, holding them by her chest, and quickly dashing off into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
The shower runs.
I exhale deeply, running a hand through my damp hair.
God, this is terrible.
This was a mistake.
I knew from the start that we would have to stay together. I thought I'd be able to handle it. After all, it's just for three days. But now, I'm starting to realize that nothing is ever as simple when it comes to Elena.
I had to go shower because I couldn't stand being alone with her. So how the fuck am I supposed to do this for three whole days?!
I groan, shedding my towel, and throwing on a shirt and pants.
Then I prop down on the couch, and put on my laptop to keep myself busy.
But even as I stare at the screen, the only thing I see is the image of Elena naked, as water runs down her long smooth hair, down her back, then curving at her round ass before sliding down her legs.
I drag a hand over my face and breathe out slowly through my teeth.
This trip is going to destroy me.
Five minutes.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
The door finally opens. I don't look up. I won't.
She pads softly against the floor to the other side of the room, and the smell of strawberry and vanilla follows her as she goes.
I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. Savoring her scent.
God, I want to pull her tightly to me, so she can't escape, while I bury my face against her neck, hands buried inside her soft hair.
She moves through the room, from one corner to the other. What the fuck is she doing?
Don't look.
Don't fucking look Adrian!
I shoot my eyes up in her direction and immediately, she bends down to pick something that fell on the floor. Her nightie rides up her ass, baring her bottom cheeks and black string panties to me.
"Jesus Christ!" I hiss, bringing a hand up to run it along my half-open mouth and jaw.
But I don't look away. I can't even if I want to.
I said it before and I'll say it again. Her ass is the most perfect ass I've ever seen in all my years of living.
Her cheeks are divided by the black string in-between. It's just so fucking perfect. So round and so full.
She stands up and places the thing, whatever it was, on the table, while adjusting her nightie. Even as she does, it still covers nothing. And it's so fucking light, you could see the outline of her body through it.
I lean back on the couch, adjusting my pants, eyes still on her.
She moves towards the position of the wardrobe, then opens it as she searches for something. Anytime she bends even a little, her cheeks are out in the fucking air.
And I'm really starting to think she's doing this shit on purpose.
Does she know what she's doing to me?
It's like she finds what she's looking for when she reaches up for something, and her nightie lifts up again.
I bite my index finger to suppress a groan. But then she jumps a few times, and anytime she lands back on the floor, her ass jiggles.
I laugh pathetically to myself. An inaudible, crazed laugh. I'm going to go mad. If I'm not already mad.
This girl may be totally oblivious of what she's doing, and even if she's not, it still doesn't change the fact that I'm hard right now.
From only looking at her. What's going to happen if I touch her?
With the women before her, my cock had to be buried inside of their wet holes before I could be aroused. So why is she so fucking different.
It's so fucking agitating, it's killing me!
Before I can stop myself, I get up from the couch and stride towards her, closing the distance between us.
I reach for the duvet at the top of the wardrobe, but before I can grab it, Elena startles and stumbles back, pressing her ass into my already hard dick.
"Fuck!" I hiss loudly, gripping the edge of the wardrobe tight.
At the same time, a small gasp leaves Elena's lips.
She spins around quickly, eyes going straight to my dick.
Her wide eyes slide up to mine. Her mouth is slightly open.
She felt it. She felt what she's doing to me.
As I stare down at her, my breathing is unsteady, heart pounding ten times faster, and my chest heaves up and down in an uneven pace.
She's so fucking close to me. Her smell is so much more pronounced now. I could pull her to me and breathe it all in, weave my hands through her hair just to know how it feels.
My hands tighten on the wardrobe, jaw tight. Would she let me do all these things? And more?
And if I do, will I be able to stop?
I push away from her abruptly, dragging the duvet out with me. "Take it and go to bed." I rasp. It's a warning. Because if she stands here for one more second, looking up at me with those fucking doe eyes that scream innocence, I'll be forced to push her by the wardrobe, and fuck every ounce of innocence from her.
I'll make her scream my fucking name for all the world to hear. I'll make her come over and over and over the fuck again. And I'm going to fucking make her beg for more... until she can't walk.
She swallows heavily, eyes frantic. "Umm…" she clears her throat, rubbing her palms on the sides of her nightie.
"It's for you. Since you're uh… sleeping on the couch. You could use it."
I stare at her, rethinking all my life choices, then I lean down until my lips graze her ear. The action sends a zap straight to my cock.
I wince slightly, shutting my eyes briefly, then I open them again. "Go to bed, Elena."
Before I do something I'm going to regret deeply.
I straighten again. And this time, she doesn't hesitate. She hurries past me, climbing into the bed, and covering the duvet over her body.
I stand there, collecting myself for a moment, before I move to put off the room light. Then I make my way to the couch. I shut down my computer, and make myself comfortable. Except there's no comfort whatsoever.
And no. It's not because of the couch. But it's because of my throbbing dick. My dick strains in my pants, aching uncomfortably.
The only sound in the room is the sound of our breathing. Hers soft, while mine is ragged and unsteady.
I'm irritated. Not at her, but at myself. At the way I'm losing control over her. Over a fucking 24-year-old girl who knows nothing about the darkness of the world. Over someone whom I was never supposed to involve myself with in the first place.
But her being her, she has managed to make the impossible possible. She has ruined my whole resolve. Messed up all of my goddamn senses until I can't understand or control my actions or reactions anymore.
I stretch out on the couch, facing the ceiling, as I force myself to calm down. But even after what feels like hours, sleep doesn't come.
Not even close.
And it hits me. I've survived all sorts of attacks. Bullets even. Thousands of enemies.
But this?
Her.
She might actually break me.
And I can't let that happen.
Not now.
Not ever.