Chapter Seven
Raya's lips are on mine, her body is pliant and ready, and she folds to my will with every breath. My body is dripping sweat, hers is glistening, and we're connected as I thrust in hard, reveling in her desperate moans to have more.
I tell her how good she feels as she cries out my name. Her walls clench around me, letting me know she's close, and then—
What the hell?
I ope
n my eyes to see my hand roughly owning Raya's breast, my body curled around her, and my hard-on from hell pressing against her. And fucking hell, she's awake.
"Christ!" I gasp.
I dive backwards, needing as much distance between us as possible. I'm so hard that I'm worried I'm going to be sick without release. Great. Now I look like a damn pervert.
"Shit, Raya. I'm sorry," I mumble, wiping my eyes, praying this is one horrible dream. Dream. Shit. That's what started this. Why'd I have to be dreaming that?
She sits up, yawning and acting as though she wasn't awake. Bullshit. I felt how stiff she was beneath me, probably freaking out.
"Sorry for?" she asks, playing dumb. "I just woke up."
She wants to pretend it didn't happen, and I'm more than fine with that.
"Never mind. I need to grab a shower. You good?" I ask, making sure this isn't about to drive a wedge between us.
"Yeah," she drawls, faking another yawn. "Maybe Ember has left my room. I'd like a shower, too."
My whole body goes rigid. A tree has more flexibility than I do at this point. As if I need the image of her body getting wet in the shower after just dreaming that shit.
"If she's not, then just come back down. You can use my shower when I'm done," I say, trying to rid my mind of the new images that causes.
If she has to use my shower, I'll never be able to walk around without being fully erect again. This is crazy. Raya and I make no sense at all as a couple. None. She's so damn sweet, and I'm a detached prick who doesn't do well in relationships. I should stay away, but it's really hard to do when she's looking at me the way she was all night last night.
"You okay?" she asks, seeming genuinely concerned.
I was the one groping her, and she's asking me if I'm okay. I really didn't need another reason to feel like a jerk.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I mutter, finally looking at her, but she's already leaving the room by the time I answer.
I hope this isn't the start of something awkward. Raya is easy to be around, and I'd like to think I'm capable of being with her, but at the same time I have so much to focus on, and... Fuck! This is driving me crazy! Since when do I give a damn about relationships?
Shower. I need a cold shower now.
"Are you at least being nice to her?" Dad asks, irritating me. He's like a relentless poison ivy rash that grows more annoying by the second.
I was a little too nice to Raya this morning. He certainly doesn't need to know that.
"Of course I am. Believe it or not, I'm actually a very likable person, and it's not because I'm a dick," I grumble.
"Is she coming to the charity event?"
I haven't even asked her yet. This is the fourth time he's reminded me, but it's been the last thing on my mind the past couple of days.
"She will. I'll make sure she does."
He sits silently on the phone for a minute. Then he says, "You sound different. Is everything okay?"
Great. If he's acting concerned, I must sound like I'm on a ledge. The silent treatment Raya has given me since this morning is getting to me.