Free Covet by Anne McClean Page B

the shower on to rinse off. Stepping out of the tub she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair, then reached for a red silk robe behind the door pulling it on. It wasn't the one she intended to grab but she was rushing to get the door.
     
    The robe clung to her wet skin doing more to reveal than conceal her body she held it closed with one hand.  Walking to the door she opened it wider than she intended. It was Merrick. The anger he felt previously seemed to instantaneously dissipate once he laid eyes on her. The robe she was wearing clung to her body revealing every curve. The sight of her standing there wet made his heart skip a beat.
     
    She was still wet; obviously she just came out of the shower. He recalled how she looked wet and naked, his cock began hardening in his sweats. Down boy, you aren’t wearing any underwear. “Mya, sorry for just showing up but I just wanted to make sure you were…ok.”
     
    He was the last person she expected to show up at her door. “Merrick… Um…I was going to call you after my bath I…”
     
    Before she could finish her sentence, he walked in and closed the door. She backed up out of his reach. The reaction didn't go unnoticed. Why the fuck would she be afraid of me? The thought annoyed the shit out of him.
     
    What could she say? How about the truth? Before she could think the words came out of her mouth, “Merrick…I’m sorry, I can’t do this right now”, she turned to leave. It didn't make sense. Where would she go? He was in her house and she had no place to run but what the hell.
     
    That was not the response Merrick was willing to accept. Point in fact he didn't even want a response he just wanted her. As she turned to leave he reached out and grabbed her. Spinning her around to face him he pulled her into his arms against his chest wrapping his arms around her tightly. He enjoyed the feel of her body in his arms immensely.
     
    She clung to the front of her robe in hopelessness. This was a fight she wouldn't win and she knew it. He breathed into her neck, she smelled like lavender and wildflowers. When he finally spoke it was in a whisper.
     
    “Mya don't run away, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
     
    His words were like a truth serum. She felt her resolve slipping. She wanted to tell him anything…everything, she opened her mouth but the words were lost. For the first time in forever she felt safe able to talk to someone. There was too much to say so she said nothing.
     
    Her silence only encouraged Merrick to probe deeper. “Mya, do you want me to leave?” He had to be sure this time for his own selfish reasons. He wanted to hear the words from her sweet lips. “Tell me what you want Mya…” he leaned down and kissed her neck she moaned softly. It was a silent affirmation but he wanted more. He was a man after all and pride was his bane.
     
    Leaving the way she did gnawed at his pride and he wanted her to be sorry. She would have to ask him this time. No she will beg and plead for him. It was only fair. Suddenly…He had a licentious thought. Since she was at a lost for words at the moment maybe he could help her along.
     
    His tongue lashed out licking the droplets of water on her neck tracing a path from her neck to her ear lobe. Taking the lobe into his mouth he nibbled softly. Meanwhile, his hands released the firm grip they had on her hips and traveled up her back to her neck. Giving the precariously wrapped towel around her head a slight tug, it unraveled and fell to the ground in a wet heap.
     
    Her damp hair spilled down her back and around her shoulders. He wrapped his hands around her neck lightly forcing her head up to look at him. He asked again, “Do you want me to stop Mya? I need you to tell me.” Her eyes were closed tight. She wasn't ready to face him, not yet.
     
    Suddenly he heard the distinct ring of his work phone, and then Mya’s cell began to ring.
     
    “Fuck!” He exclaimed, abruptly releasing his hold