This week I'm bringing you more from Riding Rebel, my current WIP. This scene explains itself. It is a little longer than seven sentences to give the scene context. Enjoy.
He would just take a shower, grab a change of clothes and bunk down on one of the sofas. He pushed his bedroom door open and his whole body stilled. Warm air greeted his skin, the AC in the room seemingly switched off. One of the side table lamps emitted grey diffused light illuminating Rita who lay on her side, one arm tucked under the pillow that held her head. Asleep, she looked so small and delicate on his massive bed. But what got his attention was the t-shirt she was wearing—his t-shirt. It covered most of her body, except the stretch of her slender legs and curves of chocolate skin over her thighs.
His stood there, making no move to go further into the room and his heart thudded in his chest, sending a rush of blood south and hardening his dick. He licked his lips, his fingers clenched by his sides, although he itched to mould and caress and explore all of her body.The addict in him craved her and he wasn't sure that if he took a step inside the room he'd be able to walk past her without going straight to where she laid.
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