Remaining silent, I gave him the last of my leftovers. Shaking my sugary butt as I moved past, I made sure I captured his attention
Dakota’s light brown eyes met mine. His eyes followed the contours of my breast, jutting beneath my torn shirt.
Under his stare, my desire grew stronger. Now, I had to have him.
While he gulped down his last serving, Dakota kept his eyes on me. His eyes glistened; I wondered what he was thinking. From the smirk on his face, his mind was racing a mile a minute. After all, he was a fugitive, and on the run.
Harboring a fugitive could mean trouble. No one asked him to put me in this mix. I’m the victim here. But because I knew him, I was more at ease and seemed to be helping him.
It was just a window. He had no idea it was mine. Dakota could have roughed me up, but I guess because he knew me, he was calmer.
Because, he was finished, I removed the paper plate and glass. I started to wash the glass and he grabbed my arm. “I need to take a shower.” His hand felt warm on my skin, it prickled all over.
I shivered. “It’s right there to the left.”
“You’re coming with me,” he informed.
“What?” Internally I did the happy dance. I turned the water off. My cherry blossom screamed from between my thighs. Girl we gonna get some. Hurry up, get in the bathroom. I told my body to be quiet.
Dakota turned. “Did you say something?”
“Nope, follow me,” I said, proudly leading the way. I rocked my hips so hard, I felt I’d slipped a disk.
We entered my tightly cramped bathroom. We shifted around a few times to fit comfortably. Our bodies grazed each other. Secretly, I loved it. After turning on the water, we shifted again. “What do you want me to do?” I was more than willing to help him wash his fine ass.
“Sit on the toilet.”
We shifted again, and I sat down. Waiting for him to remove his clothing, my heart beat a rhythm. Every tick of the clock was slow as molasses.