Standing By (Road House) by Madison Stevens

clothes would be nice.
    “Thanks again for the clothes,” she said as she opened the door. “It will be so nice…”
    Emilio stood at the base of the bed. Clothes stacked in his arm, frozen as he stared at her. Pan tightened the towel around her. Luckily it seemed to be covering all the necessary parts, but it was pretty obvious he knew how very naked she was underneath.
    “I didn’t mean…” he said. He was having a hard time getting the words to come out. She just looked so very shiny and naked. Two things he very much wanted her to be.
    “Maria didn’t think you would fit into any of her pants, so I brought you a pair of my sweats. The top is hers so it might be a little tight.” He grinned, not that he would might the tightness.
    Pan rolled her eyes. Men. She walked over and took the clothes from him.
    “Thanks. I’ll just go put them on.” Pan started for the bathroom but stopped when she felt a hand grip her arm and pull her back to his chest.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were dealing with all of this?” he whispered from behind her in her ear.
    Pan turned to look at him. “Why would I tell you?”
    The pain of her question reflected in his eyes. “Because I can help you. I should be the one you come to with this.”
    “You?” she laughed. “You can’t even decide if you want me.”
    The other hand shot out and pulled her hard against him.
    “Make no mistake about if I want you.” He pushed his hips forward and ground his hard cock against her.
    No. No mistake there. He wanted her. But for how long? She just couldn’t play this game anymore, and she wasn’t about to become his plaything.
    “Don’t. It hurts too much.” She placed her hands on his well-sculpted chest. “I need someone who wants more than one night.” Pan spun around and raced toward the bathroom.
    “I’ve always wanted more.” Emilio followed her in the bathroom and shut the door. “I spent a year trying to keep myself back from you, stopping all my shit from ending up in your lap, and you start your own damn war.”
    Emilio stalked her, backing her up again the shower stall. The steam from the room only heightened her awareness of him. His woodsy scent filled the air around her. Pan sucked in a shallow breath.
    He pressed against her, savoring the soft feel of her body.
    “Baby, you just can’t stay out of trouble can you?” He leaned in and ran his mouth along her neck. “No more waiting. No more standing by while someone else puts their hands on my woman.”
    Pan tried to take in everything he was saying, but the delicious friction his body created against hers was driving her insane.
    “Your woman?” Pan leaned her woozy head back to look into his eyes.
    “Mine.” He growled.
    The kiss that followed wasn’t just brutal, it was claiming. She felt him imprint his being on her very soul. Pan laced her fingers through his hair and kissed him with everything. If she was being claimed, then he was as well. She wanted him to think about her long after their kiss was over.
    Emilio ran his hands along the side of her breasts and reveled in the feeling. All he had to do was yank away this towel, and she would be standing naked before him. The thought pushed him on. He was going to make her his or die trying. Pan moaned when he pulled back and traced a line to her ear and then down her neck.
    He reached the swell of her breasts and nipped the fleshy area. The line of the towel was the divider. Should he pull it down? He looked up to her. Pan gave a wicked smile before dropping the fabric between them.
    Emilio groaned and palmed the mounds. The dusky peaks pressed into his hands, begging for attention. Instead he pulled back and traced around them with his fingers, getting close but never quite touching where she wanted him most.
    Pan snorted her frustration and thrust her hips forward, catching him off guard. Her wet heat pressed firmly against his aching cock. With fervor she rocked against him, nearly halting any