“No,” I muttered, the word accidentally slipping out.
Her fingertips grazed my abdomen, sending delightful chills up my arms. “Yes,” she breathed in my ear. “You see him, don’t you? He’s touching you right now. This is his hand on your stomach. His body next to you. His voice in your ear. Do you see him?”
I shivered, my breathing turning shallow. I was suddenly back in the grave.
Kai’s bare chest was in front of me, and I wanted to sink my fingers into his waist and bury my nose in his neck. The faint scent of his soap and the wet earth under our shoes surrounded me, and another scent that was just Kai. It was in his hair, his mouth, his skin…
“I want you,” he gasped out, his hot breath in my ear. “I want you in my mouth.”
His hand slid up the back of my neck, threading into my hair and gripping it lightly. I whimpered, feeling my nipples harden.
He sank his mouth into my neck, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth, his lips kissing and sucking my skin. Oh, God. I leaned my head to the side, letting him in.
“I’m going to eat you so fucking deep,” he said, his possessive hand on my stomach trailing down the inside of my thigh.
I could see us on a bed, his head buried between my legs, and even though I felt the heat of a blush on my face, I wanted him there.
“You feel me?” he asked. “You feel how much I want you? I’m going to stick my tongue up inside you and lick until you’re screaming for me to let you come. You’re mine.”
My chest shook, and I moaned, feeling him nibble my ear, his hands growing more demanding, making me sweat.
“Take my hands, baby,” he whispered. “Put my hands on you.”
I licked my dry lips, not even hesitating. I grabbed his hand on my thigh, but stopped, feeling a soft, slender hand that didn’t feel like a man’s.
I popped my eyes open, seeing Alex at my side.
“Oh, my God.” I put my hand over my mouth, embarrassment wracking through me. That was all her. Holy shit. I released her hand, watching her reluctantly pull away and let out a sigh.
“He’s a lucky guy. Whoever he is.”
I shook my head, baffled at what just happened. And the somersaults still going on in my stomach.
She leaned in. “Tonight, you should remember that fantasy and finish it, even if it’s just you, by yourself, in your bed.”
No wonder Will kept her on payroll.
“Or if you want,” she said, teasing with a smirk in her voice, “call me, and I’ll finish you off.”
The pulse between my legs throbbed harder.
Fucking amazing, I thought to myself. I could take on a two-hundred-fifty-pound guy, but a twenty-year-old escort got me shy.
I was about to stand up when a shout rang out through the locker room. “Is Banks done in there yet?!”
It was Kai.
Alex hopped off the bench, grabbing her brush and pushing my hair behind my shoulders. “Yeah, she’s dry and dressed!”
“Get her out here then.”
I quickly stood up and scurried over to Alex’s locker, snatching the gray zip-up on the bench in front of it. It was long, hopefully long enough to cover the curvy parts.
I walked for the door, seeing it partly open and Kai’s form through the frosted glass. I slipped into the sweatshirt.
“I’m here,” I said, opening the door. “What do you need?”
He immediately turned and started walking, without looking at me, clearly expecting me to follow him.