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I took a steadying breath and got carefully to my feet. I adjusted the cups of my nightie, deliberately, shifting the lace to cover my nipples in a way that flashed him a bit. His eyes got stuck on my boobs and I jiggled them a little, plumping them up in the cups.
“Well,” I said, and his eyes met mine again. “That was fun.”
He just blinked at me, still breathing hard, his mouth open a bit. Like he could not for the life of him figure out what the fuck was going on.
There was probably very little blood in the communication center of his brain right now.
“Can I… touch you?” he asked me in a low whisper.
“No, thank you,” I said softly. “I’m good. Let’s go to sleep.”
Then I strode into the bathroom and shut the door.
I was not good.
Not good at all.
My heart was slamming in my chest and I’d barely locked the door when I fell against it and slid my hand into my tiny, drenched panties. I went at my clit with singleminded focus, rubbing like I’d never rubbed before. I squeezed my eyes shut and drowned my senses in the memory. Dane’s cock spasming in my mouth, as his balls emptied down my throat.
Holy fuck.
I slid my hand deeper. I was slippery wet. I was hanging on by a very, very thin thread here…
Can I… touch you?
God. If he touched me… I couldn’t handle that. Not likethis.
I pushed two fingers inside myself as the heel of my hand pressed my clit, and I felt the tremors go off deep inside. My pussy squeezed, the pleasure rippling through me as my whole core spasmed against my hand.
Christ, I wanted him to touch me.
I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and breathed through my nose. Long, deep breaths, as the pangs of orgasm quietly wracked my body.
“Devi?” His voice startled me, from the other side of the door. I stilled. “Are you okay?”
I cleared my throat. “Good. I’m… good. I’ll be out in a sec.”
I sighed, shuddering as I came down, and rubbed myself shamelessly against my sopping wet hand.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dane
After Devi disappeared into the bathroom, I just stood there with my pajama pants around my ankles like a dumbass, waiting for the blood to return to my head.
What. The fuck.
When I could actually find my hands, I pulled up my pants. I walked around the room for a minute just trying to collect myself. I took a few deep breaths of ocean air.
When she seemed to be taking a while, I went over to the bathroom door and asked her if she was okay.
She said she’d be right out. I had no idea if she was avoiding me again or what. If she was upset about what just happened? Even though she instigated it?
I heard the water running for a bit.
When she finally reemerged from the bathroom, she’d changed into a long, thin cotton nightgown that swathed her curves but was definitely more about comfort than trying to give a guy a hard-on. At least, in comparison with the last outfit she had on.
For some reason, she’d had a shower again.
