Unable to hold his gaze, I lower my eyes, and then my eyebrows shoot up. “Da-yumn, no wonder. You’re hung like a horse as well.”

Demitri lets out a smug chuckle.

…And now would be a good time for the ground to open beneath my feet.

Chapter 14

DEMITRI

It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to look at Ariana’s body. As her cheeks flush a deeper red, I take a step back and slowly let my eyes drift over every exposed inch of her.

I drink in the sight of her soft skin that I felt rubbing against me a moment ago. Her breasts are just the perfect size for her body, and a toned stomach leads the way down to the valley between her legs.

So fucking beautiful.

Christ, she was a tight fit. I felt every stroke deep in my balls.

Ariana grabs the body wash and then turns her back to me, which only makes a wide smile spread over my face.

“Fuck, you have a sexy ass,” I say, the imprints of my hands still on her skin from holding her up.

“Ah… thanks,” she mumbles, clearly awkward now that the moment has passed.

Did I plan on fucking her? Not today.

Do I regret it? Hell fucking no.

Yes, the timing sucks, but when she looked at me with those big hazel eyes of hers, there was no way I could stop myself.

Ariana washes the suds from her body, and then she opens the shower door, grabs a towel, and darts out of the bathroom.

I let out a chuckle as I reach for the body wash. Looking down, my cock is still semi-erect. If she had stayed, I’d have her back up against that wall in a matter of seconds.

Even though the orgasm was one of the best I’ve ever had, I’m not satisfied.

I want more.

I want to tie Ariana to the bed and fuck her until she weeps for her release.

I want her coming on my face.

I want to thrust into that mouth of hers until she chokes on me.

I want to claim her over and over until there’s no doubt between us that she’s mine.

Mine?

My movements slow, and I search through my thoughts and emotions.

Yes, I’m attracted to her.

Yes, I loved every second of fucking her.

But mine?

I turn off the water, and stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and dry myself. After I’m dressed in my usual cargo pants and a t-shirt, I sit down on the corner of the bed.

Do I feel protective of her?

Yes.

Would I be okay with another man touching her?

There’s a burst of possessiveness and anger in my chest that makes the answer clear as day.

Fuck. No. I’ll kill whoever lays a hand on her.

Okay, chill. Ariana has a lot to deal with right now.

I’m going to have to take it down a notch, or at least try to. Overwhelming her might just send her running.