Okay yeah. Of course, I like what I see. How could I not? I’ve always admired his body, but now I’m suddenly looking at it differently. I consider his question. If I say yes, there’s a good chance I’ll end up in the bed beneath him. If I say no, it might make things awkward between us.
Not knowing which way to turn, my gaze flickers to his closed laptop—like my answer is to watch more porn—then flies back to him. That small smirk is still turning up the corner of his mouth.
He dries his hands and comes back into the room. “I think I’ll take a shower,” he says and peels off his jeans. I quickly avert my gaze as he kicks them away. Lacking any sort of modesty, he walks into the bathroom.
“I think I used all the hot water,” I squeak out as warmth prowls through my body at his near nakedness.
“That’s good. I should probably take a cold shower, anyway.” Before he shuts the door, my eyes drop, settle on the large bulge in his boxers. My mouth instantly waters. I’ve never really loved giving oral sex before, so for the life
of me I can’t quite figure out why I’m dying to put his cock in my mouth.
A strange strangled noise crawls out of my throat and I race across the room, jump under the covers and pull a pillow over my head. The water turns on and I stifle a chuckle when Luke yelps. I really did gobble up the hot water. But that chuckle turns to a moan as I visualize him naked in that shower, his hand all over his body…his cock. I shift restlessly, and put my hand between my legs. If I said yes, I could be the one in there soaping and touching his body.
Is that what you want, Katee?
A little moan rises in my throat and I slide my hand into my panties, lightly stroke myself. My clit pulses in my hand, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I close my eyes, and stroke myself, all the while imagining it’s Luke between my legs.
I’m imagining Luke is between my legs?
I jackknife up, and my breath comes in ragged bursts when he comes from the shower in nothing but a big white towel that does little to hide his erection. He walks to his suitcase, and drops the towel, giving me an unobstructed view of his perfect backside as he bends to grab a pair of boxers. He tugs them on, and flicks off the lights as he slides in next to me.
“So Passionflix, huh?” he says as I stare at the TV.
I twirl my hair around my finger. “Yeah, it’s a station that showcases all romance movies.”
“For a girl who doesn’t believe in love and marriage, you’re kind of a romantic at heart.”
“Yeah, except romances aren’t like what we see on the screen,” I say and wave toward the TV, “It’s not like that in real life, Luke.”
He gives a non-committal shrug. “Maybe it’s better in real life.”
“Like your porn and sex?”
Okay, Katee, why are you bringing the conversation back to sex?
Oh, because maybe I really want it.
He grins at me. “Take your time, Katee. Think about what I said. There’s no rush. We have all week.”
As I listen to his raspy voice, revel in the way it scrapes over my flesh, my nipples harden. I tug the blankets up tighter, to hide my body’s reaction. Oddly enough, things already feel different between us, and I hate that. I don’t want to lose what we have. I can’t lose what we have. Just then another thought hits.
Maybe we have to have sex to save the relationship.
How is that for logical thinking at its worst?
5
Luke
Last night I tugged one out in a cold shower, but that did little to diminish my need for the beautiful woman sound asleep beside me. Jesus fuck, I want her. In so many goddamn ways it’s making my head spin. After my offer to help her out in bed, I noticed the way she started looking at me. Like I was a real guy. Yeah, okay, I get it. What I’m doing is risky. I can’t ruin what we have, but I have to take a chance with her, otherwise I’m going to go fucking insane.
In the end, if I fail at what I’m doing—and she doesn’t want more—I can simply assure her I was just helping out a friend, and nothing more. Sure, I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life, but isn’t that better than a life without her in it?
I swallow down a groan as my gaze slides the length of her body. With her blankets kicked to the bottom of the bed—she does have a tendency to thrash around in the night—I’m gifted with a view of her near nakedness. Jesus how I’d love to slip those lacy panties from her hips, put her legs around my neck and bury my face in her sweet sex. I take a deep breath and pull the sweet scent of her skin into my lungs.
“Ah, good morning,” she says, and reaches for the blankets to pull them up. My gaze flies to hers. Never before has she covered herself up in front of me. Then again, I’ve never blatantly ogled her before, either. Still, I can’t let things get awkward between us.
Trying for casual, I push from the bed and head to the kitchen. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”