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The first touch of his fingers makes me catch my breath. It’s so foreign, being touched there, and I can’t help but look down. At the thick forearm draped around my chest and the dark hair that smatters across it.
His free hand cups my breast. “Sophia,” he says. “Talk to me.”
His hand moves, and it’s almost obscene, watching him touch me. “That’s nice,” I breathe.
“Just… nice?”
“Mhm. I think you could—oh.” He finds a spot that has me reaching out to the tiled wall to brace myself.
“Here?” he asks and bends his lips to my neck. The kisses, the fingers between my legs, and the hand on my breast…
I’m so turned on I have to focus on breathing through my mouth, in and out, to stop from moaning. “Yes,” I say. “That’s it. Right there.”
His fingers circle, and speed up, and I grip his forearm to make sure he doesn’t pull away. He chuckles and tips my head back to rest against his shoulder. “So it’s been a long time, huh?”
“Screw you,” I whisper, and he chuckles again. The sound echoes against the tiles and I spread my legs wider, holding on.
“That’s it,” he mutters, fingers speeding up. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
I shake my head. The words ricochet through my mind, but it’s impossible to hold on to them, to hear anything but the pounding of my blood. I’m close and it hasn’t been this good by myself, not for months, not for—
Isaac takes his hand off me. I open my mouth to protest when he brings it back sharply in a smack, rightthere.I gasp, and then he does it again, and one more time, and on the fourth the orgasm erupts inside of me.
My legs freeze up and I moan at the liquid heat pouring through my limbs, almost unbearable. His hand returns between my legs to stroke me through it.
When the last tremors leave me, I rest my head against his shoulder. “Oh my God,” I whisper. “I didn’t expect that to be so…”
“Satisfying?”
“That, too. But not so quick. It’s not like that happens every time.”
His hands stroke up my stomach and return to cup my breasts. My body feels languid and liquid, like it’s becoming one with the water pouring down from above.
“Every time by yourself?” he asks. “Or every time with… someone else?”
We both know who he’s referring to. I close my eyes. “Someone else,” I say. “Any someone, really.”
He reaches past me to grab a few pumps of soap and starts stroking down my body. I give a satisfied sigh and turn in his arms. “Thanks.”
His smile tips up and to the side, wider than I’ve ever seen it before. “I should be the one to say thank you. You’re beautiful when you come.”
A flush creeps up my cheeks. “Thanks.”
He looks down my body, at his hands and at my own, resting on one another. Soapy bubbles have started to form at the peaks of my nipples.
He kisses me slowly, softly. “Thanks for today,” he murmurs. He runs a hand through his hair, squeezes out some of the water, and then steps out of the shower.
“Isaac?”
He reaches for a towel and runs it over his head. “Yes.”
“You’re leaving?” I look down, at the clear imprint of his length against the wet workout shorts. The sight makes my stomach tighten again, and I feel hyperaware of my naked body, and of how close it is to his. Tothat.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks, the look in his eyes wry. “Because I didn’t bring one with me to the tournament.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “Shit, no, I don’t.”
I’m not on birth control anymore. Three months after I’d left Percy, it was time to renew my prescription for the pill… and I just hadn’t. What had been the point? I wasn’t looking to date. Ever. Only a small, gray-striped kitten had forced me out of bed in those early weeks.
