“About what?”
“Maybe I could use more pleasure in my life.”
She smooths her lips together, reminding me how badly I want to kiss her. Her eyelids flutter closed as I glide my knuckle down her cheek. Her skin glows in the light from the dashboard, impossibly soft and supple.
I’m not someone who gets cravings. Yet, here I am, craving her like she’s a scoop of butter-pecan ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
But I don’t give into cravings.
I pull away.
“You should go inside,” I say stiffly.
“Oh... Right...” She crushes her bag to her chest, clearly hurt by my rejection. “Goodnight, Ben.”
Without giving me a chance to reply, she jumps out of the truck and races through the rain to the complex door. I watch her fumble with her keys. As soon as she makes it through the main door, I look at my hand, the one I brushed her face with. I shouldn’t have touched her. But, God, what I wouldn’t give to feel her skin again.
I press my fingers to my mouth, trying to transfer the feeling of her soft cheek to my lips. My imagination takes off running. I imagine how her skin would feel against my lips as I kissed her cheek, her neck, her chest. I would push up her sports bra and worship her breasts before moving down her stomach, caressing every part of her with my mouth until I reached her waistband. Then I would slowly peel those down to—
I don’t realize I’m rubbing myself until my cock throbs beneath my hand. But I can’t stop. I’m too caught up in the vivid fantasy of Skyler’s body. I lean back and let myself get lost in my thoughts, feeling my shoulders relax and my arousal continue to spike.
A light knock on my car window jolts me back to reality. My pulse sprints.
Skyler stands beside my car holding an umbrella to shield herself from the rain. Thankfully, she’s too short to see into the truck, so she can’t know that I was just touching myself to the memory of her skin.
I lower the window. “What is it, Skyler?”
“I forgot to give this back to you,” she says, handing me my jacket. “Thank you for letting me borrow it.”
The outside of the jacket is damp but the interior is still warm from laying against her body. I know it smells like her. I want to press the fabric to my face, but that’ll have to wait until she’s not looking right at me.
“You’re welcome,” I say with a nod.
She bites her lip, drawing my attention back to her plush, pink mouth. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was hoping for a goodnight kiss. I’m about to say fuck it and just pull her into my truck so I can feel her lips against mine, but she steps away.
“Goodnight,” she says quickly, before rushing back inside the complex.
I bring the jacket up to my face and take a deep breath. Skyler’s natural scent invades my lungs, and my cock throbs in my pants.
I back out of the parking space and head toward my own apartment.
Most nights, I work late, and if I’m not working late, I look for bullshit ways to fill my time until I crash into bed.
Not tonight. Tonight, I know exactly how I’m going to spend the next few hours, and it involves the jacket on my lap and the throbbing problem underneath it.