Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
It makes me feel disgusting. Ugh.
So, as much as I want to throw myself into Layden’s arms, I can’t. Because it would feel like I was… tainting him. I need to go take a shower.
“Knock off whenever you want. I’m tired, so I’m heading to bed.”
He nods, but I can still see the concern in his eyes. “Do you want a hug?”
My throat burns with tears I refuse to shed. I shake my head. “Thanks. Not tonight,” I manage to get out, afraid I’ll crack. All but running, I finally make it to the shower and crank it as hot as it will go.
I step in and scrub myself clean of the night. But as the suds wash out of my hair and down my body, my mind starts to stray. What if, in another world, I had let Layden hug me again?
I wrap my arms around myself in the hot water and pretend they’re his. In the shower, I can pretend the water running down my face isn’t tears. I close my eyes and try to remember the safety I felt in his arms. I pretend I can hear the rumble of his voice in my ear, telling me everything will be fine. That I’m safe now. I feel his chest against my cheek.
Everything in my body relaxes and unclenches. The tension and fear of the night release. He makes me feel so good.
I could make you feel even better, the ghost of his voice whispers in my head.
With my eyes closed, in the safety of my shower, I let myself dream what can never be dreamed outside these four steaming glass and marble walls.
My hand slips down my belly. I hiss as my fingers dip lower. Again, I imagine his voice. I will make everything better. Shhh, forget everything except my touch.
Eyes closed, I obey.
I forget everything except his imagined touch. And then it becomes his fingers tentatively seeking my sex. Those strong hands that held the ax, chopping wood outside the cabin, would be curious but still somehow knowledgeable as he explored me. He would learn the language of my body as quickly as he did the computer coding.
His finger is inside me now, and I gasp into the shower spray, one hand on the wall, my back arching. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out his name. Maybe it’s wrong to fantasize about him like this when he’s just in the other room, but that only makes me pull my fingers out and roll them around my clit harder, imagining it’s him.
You feel so good, he’d say, kissing along my throat. I dream about being inside you.
I’ve never had anyone inside me before. I’ve never trusted anyone that much. He’s so experienced he must have been with tons of women. I trust him to use that experience well to pleasure me. I trust him. I trust him.
My sex clenches around my fingers.
That is so good, he hisses. I want to slide inside you and make you mine.
“Yes,” I gasp into the water.
You saved me, and now I’ll save you back. He’s so hard. I imagine what he would feel like against my sex and insert another finger. Three fingers inside me, and I know it would be nothing like his cock but still.
You feel so good on my cock. I’m going to fuck you now, and you will belong to me forever. Me alone.
I can’t help crying out as I imagine him in the shower with me, pressing me back against the wall and sliding into me. I’m wet for him. My fingers slide in and out of myself as I imagine him taking me.
What if he came in here right now? He’s so close. Just a room away. I could make this dream real. If I shouted for him loudly enough, would he hear? Something in me is sure he would.
The thought terrifies me as much as it exhilarates me.
His hard body pressed up against me. His harder cock stiff, entering my ready, juicing sex. His lips on my lips. Or my neck. Or my nipples. I shudder as I pull my hand away from the wall to twist one of my nipples as I imagine his wild eyes looking into mine and—
I bite down hard on my lip as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Chapter Fifteen
LAYDEN
Present Day
Jesus Christ, she’s doing it again.
Here I am, trying to focus on tracking down Ammit when I smell that smell that used to torture me some nights when I lived here all those years ago.
She went to wash the scent of our alley sex off her. But it’s stronger than ever, wafting out from underneath her door in between the scents of her sweet shampoo and body wash.
Just like back then.