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2. Unwrap the vibrator and introduce it to my pussy.
3. Angle it to hit the right spot while fantasizing about what the man down the hallway could do to me. Even though we’re over, my body doesn’t want to get the memo, and I’ve spent three days replaying that fight and how hard I came when he told me I belonged with him. Until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Well, that was how it was supposed to work.
Except I couldn’t angle the damn thing to hit my clit. I could barely hold it inside me. Even with physical therapy it’s going to be a while before I regain full strength in my wrists, which means right now the vibrator is useless.
Unless knocking the lamp into the wall with the toy counts. I stare at the shards of glass that litter the floor. The lamp practically exploded when it hit the wall. Somewhat like I want to now.
“Ivy?” Rogue bursts through the door like a wild man. His hair is damp and sticking up. His skin is pink from the shower. He scans the room like he thinks someone is in here with me. “You okay, baby? I heard you scream.”
“I…” My cheeks burn, but my gaze is caught on his broad chest. On his flat brown nipples and his bronzed skin. On the lines of his abs that make a girl want to lick him like an ice cream cone. “The lamp. It fell down.”
“Oh.” His gaze diverts to the mess on the floor. “Oh, thank fuck.”
There’s a bundle of white terry cloth bunched in his hand, but there is nothing around his hips. He’s beautiful. Lean and muscled in all the right places. And that cock…
“You scared me.” He comes straight toward me. Tree trunk swinging between his thighs.
And is it… at half-mast? Was he in the middle of something when he came running? My thighs clench. My mind conjures up visuals of him wrapping his fist around it and stroking. It’s a beautiful piece of equipment, and I want to know what it would feel like inside me. Except, I already do, don’t I? I just don’t remember. What a shame. “I bet I couldn’t walk for a week after the first time.”
“What?” He follows my wide-eyed stare. His skin grows a little pinker as he realizes that he’s completely nude. Unfurling the towel, he wraps it around his hips. “Shit. I didn’t mean… you screamed, and I thought something had happened. So I came as fast as I could.”
I bet I’d come fast with that thing too. Unlike with my vibrator that I cannot angle to save my life. Or climax with either. And oh God, is my vibrator still visible where I dropped it when I hit the lamp?
I glance in that direction.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat. It’s like a growl and a choke at the same time. “You were…”
His gaze is liquid, and my temperature ratchets up another notch. “I was…”
“And the lamp?”
“Collateral damage. Of my frustration. I can’t…” I lift my arms. “With these wrists.”
“I can…” He plucks at the comforter over my lap. I’m wearing one of his T-shirts because it’s easier with the cast. And nothing underneath. “…let me help.”
“You should go. We’re over so we should just be over.” I don’t buy the words that come out of my mouth. I don’t want him to go. If I truly meant them I wouldn’t be still here. In his apartment. In his bed. There’s something between us that I need to understand. A connection that might be the only link I have to who I became in the months that I’m missing. A connection that turns me into a sex fiend every time he’s close, but if that’s the price I have to pay… “I’m fine.”
“I’m not,” he says.
“You’re not?” I didn’t expect him to say that.
“I’m not okay with you thinking that we’re over. Or seeing you this needy and not being able to do anything about it.” He reaches for the comforter, and I don’t stop him as he drags it down my bare legs. He licks his lips as he reaches for the hem of the T-shirt and inches it up to reveal my lack of panties and my wet thighs. “It’s killing me.”
It’s killing me too. My clit thumps as his gaze lingers between my legs.
“Do you want the vibrator?” His voice is scratchy, raw. Almost feral with heat.
I can imagine him sliding the pink vibrator inside me and pressing it to all the right spots to make my toes curl. But, no, that’s not what I want. I shake my head. “Uh-uh.”
“Me?” Possessiveness flares in his gaze as he smooths his hand from my knee to almost the inside of my thigh.
“You said you would be my toy.” My words come out drenched with need.
“That’s…” He clears his throat as the outline of his cock flexes under the towel. “I did say that.”
“So?” I eyeball the cloth.
