Damn you Rukia, I think as I watch him walk to me.
He saunters over to me in nothing but a wet towel, casually sitting on the couch next to me laying his head in my lap.
The towel parts a bit so I can see the creamy, pale skin of his thigh.
Uhhhhh. He knows what he's doing to me. He's doing it on purpose.
He sits up and turns his back on me. Running his fingers through his wet hair, he lets out a small contented sigh.
I can't take it anymore. One minute and he has me painfully hard.
But before I can jump him, he walks away.
I hear him chuckle as he walks away.
Damn you Rukia. If she hadn't said that I couldn't go for more than a week without him, I would been on my knees, ass in the air begging to be taken by that sexy noble in the bedroom.
He taunts me. He knows what he's doing. But he will be the one begging for me to be taken. I can last. I will last for more than a week, just to prove Rukia than I am not an animal.
"Renji," a deep, sexy voice calls out from the room, "Are you not coming to bed tonight."
His voice hardens me even more, if that's even possible.
He's using his bedroom voice; the voice that calls out my name as he comes in me.
"Renji. Come in here."
On second thought, maybe I won't last.