My eyes widen when I hear, “Fuck, baby, right there.”
Uh, oh.
I swallow, knowingexactlywhat he’s doing. He probably doesn’t know that the vent from inside ensures I can hear everything, including the running water, and his low groan.
Is he… whacking off in there?
I brace my hand against the wall, knowing it’s wrong to listen. It’s a violation, in fact, so I blow out a slow breath, then retreat until I hear,“Nova.”
I almost call out, ‘I’m here!’ when I realize I’m not supposed to be hearing that. His voice is strained, mercilessly sexy as another groan leaves his throat and this time it’s so guttural that I’m slick with desire. He’s coming to the vision of me because the strangled, quiet moan can’t be mistaken for anything else.
I move as quickly as my legs will carry me back to the kitchen, my heart banging in my chest.
My body aching.
My pussy throbbing.
I know what I need.Sawyer. I want him to take me in his bed and show me what I’ve been missing out on all these years. I want to know what it feels like to be wanted,reallywanted by a man. It might not be love on his part, he didn’t say it back, and he doesn’t have to. I know he cares about me, but this takes it to a whole new level.
I was right when I said we both had needs.
We do.
We could explore those needs together. I’d be patient with him as much as he is with me.
Ever since he put his hands on me the first time, I’ve carried a slow burning flame for him, and now I know I want Sawyer to make me come, and nobody else.
I hear the pipes shudder and the water shuts off.Act natural.
I grab the pan and light the stove. A few moments later, he comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, and my goodness, is he hot. His hair slicked back, with droplets of water still on his skin. His face has a light smattering of stubble because he hasn’t shaved. It does nothing to ease my aching libido.
Knowing he just got off and was whispering my name and making those noises? What am I supposed to do with that?
He grabs an apple from the fruit basket and chomps on it noisily as I hand him his coffee. “Thank you,” he says.
“Did you want, um, blueberry or chocolate chip?” I ask, my back to him. I could just pull that towel once and it’d be on the floor. Just one little tug. But I won’t do it.
If Sawyer wants to take things further, it has to be his decision, because I know I’m ready.
I’m fighting every instinct to not turn around and fold into his arms. It means he feels the same lustful things as I do. He jerked off in the shower while I was in the next room! That’s gotta mean something.
We could have a good thing going. A ‘friends with benefits’ situation.Eureka!I think I’m having a moment.
“Chocolate chip, please. Did you sleep okay?”
Before I almost orgasmed when you touched me? Yes.“Like a baby.”
“Me too,” he says, sounding surprised. “Maybe you’re my good luck charm.”
I like the sounds of that.
When I turn to pick up the bowl and add the chocolate chips, he’s sipping his coffee. “Okay, Adonis, I’m trying to concentrate here.”
“Am I distractin’ you?” He grins.
“Yes, you are. Go put some clothes on, for god’s sake.” There. We’re back to normal. This is the type of banter I’m used to. Not thatotherstuff I’m imagining.
“You good?”