Page 30 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

Almost.

I turned on the shower and pushed the temperature toward cold. Goosebumps rose along my skin before I even stepped beneath the spray.

“Jesus!”

The water struck my shoulders like ice.

I forced myself to remain there. Cold streams ran over my breasts and down my stomach while I breathed through the shock. This should’ve helped. Instead, my nipples tightened, and I remembered Elijah’s chest pressed against them. My hands flattened against the shower wall as another pulse moved between my legs.

“Are you serious?”

My body was disrespectful as hell.

I stayed beneath the water until my teeth nearly chattered, then shut it off and reached for a towel. The bathroom mirror had barely fogged. Back in my room, I dried off and pulled on a clean nightshirt. No panties this time. Maybe removing the material rubbing against me would help.

It didn’t.

I climbed into bed and laid completely still. Five minutes passed. Then ten. My thoughts returned to the porch. His mouth. His hands. The slow descent down his body after he decided to stop.

That had been worse than the kiss. Every inch of me dragged over him, his erection hard against my stomach before my feet reached the ground.

Standing behind the glass, I watched him fight the urge to knock. Part of me wanted him to lose. A larger part of me was grateful he didn’t. My thighs pressed together.

“Fuck this.”

I flung the covers aside and opened my nightstand drawer. The vibrator laid beneath two paperback novels and a box of batteries. Purple, rechargeable, dependable, and completely incapable of asking questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. I turned it on. The low hum filled the quiet room.

“Handle your business and go to sleep,” I told myself.

I settled against the pillows and spread my legs. The cool air touched my bare pussy before I slid the vibrator beneath my nightshirt. The first contact made my stomach jerk. I circled it over my clit, starting at the lowest setting. Pleasure gathered quickly because I was already so sensitive. My hips lifted, following the vibration as I closed my eyes. The toy usually made it easy. A few minutes, one strong orgasm, and the tension left my body. Tonight, my mind refused to cooperate unless I gave it what it wanted.

Elijah.

I imagined him standing at the foot of my bed, still wearing the black shirt he’d worn to dinner. His sleeves rolled up. The first two buttons open. His eyes moving slowly over my body before he reached for me.

I increased the speed. The vibration sharpened. My free hand slid beneath my shirt and closed over my breast. In my fantasy, the hand belonged to him. His palm covered me, his thumb circling my nipple while his mouth moved between my thighs. I could almost feel the scrape of his goatee against my skin and the grip of those steady surgeon’s hands holding my hips in place. My breath quickened.

“Oh, God.”

I pressed the vibrator harder against my clit. The pleasure built, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted the weight of him over me. Wanted to feel his muscles tighten beneath my hands. Wanted his mouth against my ear while he told me exactly what he planned to do.

My hips moved faster.

“Elijah...”

His name slipped into the room before I could stop it. Hearing it made the fantasy more real. I imagined his tongue replacing the vibrator, slow at first because that was how he kissed—patient until I demanded more. Then deeper. Hungrier. Taking his time while I pulled at his head and begged him not to stop.

A moan broke from me.

“Elijah… fuck.”

Pressure coiled inside my stomach. My thighs trembled as I increased the vibrator to its highest setting. I saw him lifting me against the door again. Felt the hardness between his legs. Only this time, he didn’t lower me. He carried me inside, pushed my dress above my waist, and filled me before either of us reached the bedroom. The fantasy shattered my control. My back arched.

“Elijah!”

The orgasm tore through me in hard, rapid waves. My pussy clenched around nothing while the vibrator pulsed against my clit. I covered my mouth with my free hand, but another moan escaped between my fingers. Pleasure rolled through me until my thighs snapped shut around the toy.

I switched it off. My arm dropped beside me. For several seconds, I laid there breathing through the last contractions. Sweat gathered between my breasts despite the cold shower. My heartbeat pounded against my ribs, and my pussy continued thumping with the aftermath.