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“We should—” I start.
But he cuts me off as he slides to get out. “I’ll let you finish.” He moves the curtain and steps onto the rug, yanking a towel from the nearby hook. The corner of my mouth jumps up in a mix of surprise and amusement at his words.
“Your shower, I mean. Finish yourshower,” he twists his face. Steam rises from his skin and I snicker at the sight of him stumbling around. Big strong Gage isflustered.
He flicks the lock on the door from the inside so that no one can barge in again, then steps into his bedroom and shuts it behind him.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything so exhilarating. I blow out a breath and blink slowly several times, working to slow down my body’s release of adrenaline. Turning the knob in the shower to make it hotter, I move to stand under the falling water.
I always wished I could feel the type of desire that most girls only dream about. The kind where you forget about everything else in the world, it’s impossible to fight your urge, and you melt from just a look or simple touch from him. But that’s exactly what just happened.
Transfixed by the flutters still floating in my chest, my hand finds its way to the places on my body that he touched. Each spot is hot, left burning from his contact.
My eyelids flutter closed when instinctively, I reach farther down to the throbbing that won’t quit. My clit was furiously pulsing, begging for his touch before we were so rudely interrupted. It still is. I don’t know exactly where things would have ended up going, but I know where I wanted them to.
I tilt my head toward the ceiling and my lips part as my middle finger flutters down through the slickness. I brace my free hand against the wall, then picture Gage’s hand, so rugged and rough, between my legs instead of my own. Maybe he’d be standing behind me, head buried in my neck, one hand on my breast, and the other teasing at my opening. He’d moan in my ear about how much he likes how wet I am just for him.
The image is fucking mind-blowing. I can almost feel him rubbing back and forth. Alternating between a whisper of a touch, and then more unrestrained pressure.
The crest of an orgasm starts to build and my heart rate skyrockets. It’s not just the friction I needed so badly that finally sends me over the edge. It’s the visual. I picture the veins in Gage’s arms straining and popping as he’d work in and out of me. The scratch from his scruff against my cheek. The gusts of his breath in my ear.
“Fuck.Gage,” I moan out in a hushed breath. My entire body detonates from head to toe. My vision blurs, my lungs seize, and I curl my toes into the wet shower floor.
It takes a few minutes of controlled breathing to get a hold of myself, but I finally manage to bring myself back down to earth.
I turn off the shower, grab a towel on my way out of it, and slump against the vanity. I’m trying not to smile, still rolling through the high of that orgasm. I should probably wipe the grin off of my face before I walk out of this bathroom that’s attached to Gage’s room, he takes one look at me and realizes that I just got off to the image of him.
* * *
A finger snaps in front of my face.
“Earth to Blythe,” Keanna singsongs.
My eyes blink rapidly and I turn my face up toward her. I’m sitting on the edge of one of the beds in the loft while Kee gets dressed. Apparently, I fell into a trance remembering the shower debacle while trying to fill her in on what happened. I just can’t stop picturing it. The insanity and spontaneity of it all? The stuff daydreams are made of. Ones you never think would actually happen. A fantasy.
He’s crazy for jumping in like that right?
Maybe I’m crazy too, then. Because I can’t lie to myself and say it wasn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Sorry,” I smile. It’s one of those smiles that appears all on its own. I couldn’t wipe it off of my face to appear more indifferent if I tried.
“What happened next?!” Kee squeals as she balances on one leg to pull a sock on her foot.
“Nothing. He got out.”
“What?!”
“Yep,” I laugh recalling how jumpy he was trying to dry off and make himself leave. “Enough about that. What wereyouup to last night at the river party?” I lean back on my hands and wiggle my eyebrows.
“It was a blast,” she giggles while she puts a few dainty rings on her fingers. “I mean, I drankwaytoo much. And possibly danced on a tailgate,” she cringes. “No one carried me to their bed and then violated me in the shower the next morning, so maybe it was a little disappointing now that I think about it.”
“He did not violate me!”
“Okay,” she mocks and rolls her eyes.
“Whatever,” I scoff. “How long did it take for Tripp to hit on you?”
She puts a hand on her hip and one finger on her chin. “Let’s see… about fifteen minutes I think.”
