Fire burned up my spine, and I came, shooting rope after rope of cum into the towel.
I grunted the last aftershock, even more thankful for the decision to keep the towel in place. A light wind would knock me over as I gathered my breath and waited to find some stability. Claire also panting, collected herself in the now silent—except for our breathing—room.
Eventually, she shifted and made a sound of distress as she brought her leg back into the tub.
“Are you okay?” I asked, panting, the heat of the moment giving way to awkwardness.
“Yeah. Rough angle. I just don’t think I did anything to help the knot I came here to get rid of.” She sat up in the tub, breasts on full display, no shame, as her head stretched side to side. Her arm was wrapped to rub at a spot between her shoulder blades, making them move in a hypnotizing manner. “Are you okay?” she asked gently. “I hope that wasn’t too much.”
Too much? Not nearly enough. And I was so far from okay. My whole body hummed with release and some parts shame, but mostly, I just wanted her even more. I wanted so much more. I gripped the dirtied towel tighter, anxious to get out of it, anxious to shower and have a few minutes to analyze all that I felt.
“Ahem, no. That was good,” I said before my silence could go on too long.
Her gaze quickly flicked over me. She smiled. “Okay, good.”
She leaned forward and pulled the plug from the drain. With no warning, she stood and got out of the tub, her entire front revealed. Water traveled down her shoulders and collar, making rivulets under her nipples and around her belly button. Her smooth belly, hips, and the swollen lips of her vulva were perfectly on display. I almost fell to my knees then to worship every inch with my tongue.
I turned away before my hard-on came back. Not that it had gone away completely.
She stepped closer, and her finger picked at something on my chest. “You’re so dirty,” she said.
“What?” I gasped out.
“The mud?” A slow smile made her dimples pop. “I’ll let you get to your shower. Thanks for that. It was fun.”
She reached across me, arm brushing my chest and bicep, stealing my breath, to grab an extra towel on the sink.
I clenched my jaw so hard, tension popped it. I would not look at that perfectly round ass tempting me. If I grabbed her hips and slid a finger into her, she’d be wet and swollen from her orgasm.
“Bye, Levi,” she said, shooting me one last look. “I’m around if you ever want to do that again.”
My nostrils flared as she sauntered out of the restroom.
Chapter 22
Levi
Life was a ticking clock.Every second since she came apart in the tub was another moment closer to our inevitable collision. As transparent as always, Claire made her desire clear.Claireas ever.
“She’d like that pun,” I said out loud as I sanded an edge.
It had been three long and hard days, with emphasis on the hard, since I watched her get herself off. The most wonderful sight in the world. Not true; the most wonderful sight would be watching me sliding in and out of her tight body as my fingers got her off. That would be the only thing that could top it. Once I’d admitted the fantasies—and to be fair and very mature about it, she started it—it was like they couldn’t be contained. In the past seventy hours, I had imagined every possible position we could put our mouths and bodies in with the tenacity andcreativity of a teenage boy.
And every second of every day stretched longer and longer. Every morning, I woke up rock hard and spilled into my hand with hollow satisfaction. Every night, I worked until I passed out. I purposely pushed myself physically so no thoughts were possible. So I wouldn’t march down to the Little Cabin to ask for what she offered so easily.
I had to make a decision soon. I picked up my phone. Or maybe I didn’t. I put it back down.
Pace. If ever there was a time I needed the opinion of the man who was arguably far better with women, it was now.
But then. There was a part of me that cherished what had happened in the bathroom. Watching Claire had been gifted to me, her brazen forwardness always a gift but a private one. Plus, I could almost hear his warning; having had his heart broken before, Pace wouldn’t understand how I could fall for Claire so simply, an instinctual decision that had been made without me. It was a decision that couldn’t be changed. The feelings I had for her weren’t rational or easily explained, and Pace hadn’t understood. My friend cared that I would be hurt when she left. Now, it was a matter of how much hurt could be avoided. How would I get out of this alive?
I preferred to be stuck in this state of immobilization. I was better here. No quick movements to scare her away.
We wanted each other; that was not the problem. The problem was, I wanted more than that.
There was a knock on the workshop wall, even though themetal door was open.
As always, my entire body became more aware the moment I saw her.
