SPOILER ALERT!! SPOILER ALERT!! Do not continue unless you’re okay with a tiny spoiler. This is provided you have not yet read Punished. If you have, it isn’t much of a spoiler.
I’m working on Addicted. Earlier today I started this rather intimate scene with Bella and Jeremiah. No, I’m not going to share the whole scene. Just a teaser. Then I can pick up where I left off and give it a good ending.
Silence filled the bathroom across the hall. The water had been shut off. His body perked up at the image of his freshly showered girlfriend walking through the door any moment. Jeremiah frowned and adjusted his pajama pants. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to wait in the bed after all. He eyed the desk against the wall. That would probably be the best place for him to sit. He sat up in bed and the door opened.
“Miah, what’re you doing in here?” Bella whispered. She clung to the knot she’d made with the towel wrapped around her body.
No time to move. He swallowed and his gaze trailed from the towel on top of her head all the way down to her bare feet. Had it gotten hot in there? “I, uh, I… I wanted to talk.”
“Are you trying to get us caught?” She peeked around the corner of the door and eased it shut. Holding tight to the towel she tiptoed over to the dresser.
Oh boy! Jeremiah dragged his hand through his short hair and gripped the back of his neck. Obviously he hadn’t thought through this clearly. His hormones reared their sense of desire and his entire body flushed with heat. Man, he yearned to have every part of her. Question, she’d asked a question. What had she asked?
Bella opened a couple of drawers and pulled a few items out. She peered over her shoulder at him. “If you’re staying in here, then you need to face the door.”
“Um, okay.” Apparently she hadn’t expected an answer. Must’ve been rhetorical. Good thing too. He hadn’t remembered what she’d even asked. A small grin slipped to his lips. Jeremiah stood and turned toward the door.
“I can’t believe you waited.”
Unable to help himself, he glanced at her out of his periphery. The glimpse had granted him a beautiful view of her tugging on a pair of night shorts and the single tattoo on her lower back. Before she caught him, Jeremiah snapped his eyes away from her bare back. He’d always known she was gorgeous, but the sight of her skin blew his mind. Hadn’t he intended to talk to her about something?
“Why’d you sneak in here so early anyway?”
“Where were you this afternoon?”
Bella removed the towel from her head and picked up a brush for the dresser. “Is that why you came in here? To talk about today?”
“Yes. I’d like to know where you disappeared to and why you refused my calls.” His back still to her, Jeremiah crossed his arms. That’s right. He had a multitude of questions. And they deserved answers.
Brush in her hand, she sighed. “You can turn around now. I’m sorry I didn’t answer. Today was just… a learning experience.”
“What do you mean?” Slowly he spun around to face her. The look on her face said a lot. Her brows were creased with worry; her hazel brown eyes were filled with sadness, but a shred of hope existed. He walked over to her and took the brush in his hand. Lacing his fingers through her hand he guided her to the bed and together they sat. He climbed up first and pulled her up so she’d nestled between his legs.
“It kind of goes along with something I found out a few months back.”