Against All Odds - Angel's Story(5)

“No, I’m fine thanks.” He turned to face me. He looked at me intently as he rubbed the towel over his wet hair. Shivers run through my body. There’s something about that look. It does funny things to me. I’m not sure why he looked at me like that. It was the same kind of look he gave me the day we met.

“If you want, I can put your clothes in the dryer?” I offered. Mistake number three. I was trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen over us. We’re not usually lost for conversation when we’re together, quite the opposite.

“Sure, that would be great,” he answered. The cheeky smile which formed on his face should’ve been enough to warn me what was to come. Before I got a chance to say ‘I’ll grab you a robe’, he started stripping off his clothes. I know I should’ve stopped him, but my mouth wouldn’t work. My eyes couldn’t seem to drag themselves away from the show either. I’d wondered what he would look like shirtless since the first day I saw him.

He grabbed his T-shirt at the back of the neck, pulling it over his head, before dropping it to the floor. Wow! His body was even more heavenly than I’d imagined. So ripped. I was glad I was far enough away that I couldn’t touch him, otherwise I would’ve been tempted to reach out and run my fingers over his delicious abs.

His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats. When he pulled on the drawstring, my eyes moved up to his face. His smile was devious and sexy, all at the same time. Everything in me was screaming ‘stop this before it goes too far’, but I couldn’t. Secretly I wanted it to go somewhere. I’d thought about this a lot since we’d met. My traitorous eyes moved back down to his waist, silently begging him to continue. He didn’t disappoint. Slowly, he undid the tie. Jesus, I needed to look away but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

I wanted to see it all. Touch it all. Taste it all. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Once the tie was undone he hooked his thumbs in the side of the waistband, pulling them down his legs slowly. My eyes followed his every move. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was like I was in some kind of trance.

When he bent at the waist, I got a glimpse of a large tattoo spread across his back. It looked like a skull, with flames coming out of the eye sockets. There were some words written above it, but I couldn’t quite make them out. I wasn’t aware he even had a tattoo. I found it sexy. It suited him.

He let go of his sweats as they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, next to the already discarded towel and shirt.

As my eyes moved back up his sexy muscly legs, I expected to see him standing there in his underwear. Imagine my surprise when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any. I should’ve been concerned that he was now standing in front of me completely naked, but I wasn’t. Not one friggin’ bit.

God, he’s so beautiful. I’d never seen a man naked before. I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually my eyes moved back to his face.

He was smirking now. Of course, he just witnessed me shamelessly checking him out. I got the impression he was waiting for me to freak out. I was waiting for me to freak out, but surprisingly it didn’t happen. Then the smirk on his face disappeared. It was now replaced with a look of desire, of want. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before. It sent tingles coursing through my whole body, desire pooling between my legs.

Then I did something that shocked us both. I pulled my top over my head, dropping it onto the floor beside me. I was left standing in my pink lace bra and running shorts, nothing else. My eyes didn’t leave his once. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. When they pooled around my ankles, I stepped out of them, just like he had.

All I could think was, thank god I’d put matching underwear on this morning. This was the first time any man had seen me like this. His eyes left mine, slowly travelling down my body, before making their way back up. As his eyes travelled over my skin, it sent tingles running down my spine. I heard him groan. When his eyes met mine again, the desire and hunger was still there, but he also looked troubled, a little worried.

“Why did you have to go and do that, sweet-cheeks?” He exhaled heavily. “From the first day I met you I’ve been fighting this. Fuck,” he said as he rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. “You better put some clothes on before I do something we’re both going to regret.” He may regret if something happens. I certainly won’t. Well that’s what I believed in that moment. Mistake number four.