He watched her as she moved away. He liked to watch the way she walked, it was sultry and attractive, and he was quick to follow because of that. On the other side of the curtain, he found her sitting on the counter, and he walked over, running his hands along her thighs and up her sides to her breasts before sliding them back down again. He stepped between her legs and his hand moved to the inside of her thigh, sweeping right along to where her legs met, but not quite reaching it. He wanted her so badly it was starting to hurt, but he wasn't going to force himself on her without an invitation, didn't matter how much she seemed ready for him, he wasn't that kind of guy.
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