She had just stepped out of the shower, wet hair wrapped up in a gray towel. Water droplets still clung to her skin on the small of her back. She opens the door, and steps into the master bedroom, only to see him standing just inside the doorway to the hall. Her hand flies to her throat as she holds back a frightened gasp. He watches as her shoulders relax and recognition lights her face.
The expression on her face grows from recognition to a guarded disbelief. She slowly takes the towel down from her hair and drapes it across her shoulders, covering her breasts. Her wet hair tumbles down, strands immediately beginning to make beach waves in her hair. He cocks his head and analyzes her, pleased to see she’s not uncomfortable to be naked in front of him.
“No,” she says. “You’re not here. You can’t be here. Because you left. I gave you what you wanted, you took it, and left.” She crosses the room in 3 large strides and begins rifling through her underwear drawer hunting for a bra.
He’s taken aback by her frantic behavior. She’s usually so composed. “Amber,” he speaks softly. He takes two quiet steps into the room.
“I’m married now, did you see?” She holds up her left hand, and the light glints off the small diamond as she continues to dig through her clothes. “Just like YOU are, remember? You left and I’m trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing with my life.”
His head tilts again as he studies her. Long brown waves cascading down her shoulders. God, I forgot how great her ass looked, he thought. It took everything in him not to reach out and cup each firm buttock. He watches the dimples of her lower back winking at him behind her towel.
He takes two more soft steps towards her, placing his hands on her upper arms. "Amber," he says once more.
He feels the tension leave her shoulders as she takes one long deep breath. She slowly steps out of his grasp and turns to face him. There's hurt, mistrust, longing in her gaze. The towel on her shoulders slips to the floor and pools around her. She makes no move to pick it up. "Why are you here, Chase? What do you want with me?"
He's taken aback by her question. "I'm here because I missed you," he says simply.
She scoffs. "Right. Missed me."
"My feelings for you haven't changed. And I can tell yours for me haven't either."
He moves his right hand between her thighs and his fingers are immediately coated with her desire. She barely breathes. Trembling as he slides his forefinger slowly into her. Her eyes flutter with longing. She allows herself one brief moment of pleasure.
"There's my babygirl," he whispers softly.
Suddenly her hand cracks across his lower jaw, defiance blazing in her eyes. His head remains unmoved, but she watches as his eyes darken.
"I'm not your babygirl anymore," she snaps.
"No?" he says quietly. An eyebrow arches and a smirk lights his face. "Is that why your pussy is aching for me? Soaking my fingers. I can feel your thighs on fire."
She bites her lower lip and blushes. She doesn't respond, caught between desire and caution.
"I can feel you trembling. No?" He suddenly lashes out his left hand, twisting the hair at the nape of her neck in his hand. He sticks another finger up into her, hooking his fingers into her g spot and pulls her to him. She gasps as he leans into her ear and whispers. "You may not wanna be my babygirl, but you're still my little slut, aren't you?"
She whimpers with pleasure softly, unable to resist. How does he turn me on like this? she thinks. He moves his fingers inside her, and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus. He turns his hand into his hair tighter, arching her back. He leans in and places his lips by her ear. "I'll ask again. Are you my little slut?"
Her eyes open and she raises her head. He loosens his grip on her hair and allows her to stand up straight, looking up at him with her big green eyes she says softly, "Yes, daddy."
to be continued...