Page 22 of Seductive Swimmer
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Savannah
Iadore my neighbor. Mrs. Ruskov is a sweet old lady who makes the best cabbage rolls I’ve ever tasted. She’s taken me under her wing since I moved into the building and is always looking out for me. But I could’ve done without her motherly hovering today. That kiss was earth shattering. It was soul stirring. It was panty melting. In short, it was the best goddamn kiss of my life. I might have been tempted to let it go further, to see what other fires Alex could light up for me, but Mrs. Ruskov ended that chance before it even began.
After Alex leaves, I let myself into my apartment and sink down to the floor to lean against my door. It takes several minutes before I can get up and go to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes and into some comfy sweats. With my hair piled up on my head, I grab a glass of water and chug it down, letting the cool liquid slide down my throat, and my heart rate finally returns to normal.
Eventually, I push away from my kitchen counter and wander through my small apartment aimlessly. The cozy space is filled with everything that brings me comfort. Soft blankets, plenty of pillows, books and candles everywhere. My fingers trail across the top of a photo on a side table. It’s of me and my parents one summer when I was a teenager. We’re in front of a lake we used to visit every year. My smile is huge as my mom and dad lean into me. Even though it was always just the three of us, that was enough. I never felt like I needed someone else in my life.
Bianca and Carlene are the closest friends I’ve ever had. As a child I was too nerdy and too awkward; I didn’t form friendships easily. Mom and Dad hovering over me didn’t help matters, either. It’s only now as an adult that I’m comfortable enough in my skin not to care what people think about my hobbies and interests. And with that new confidence, I found myself connecting with people so much easier. I’m no social butterfly, but I’m happy with the people I have in my life and don’t mind being alone. At least, I was. Until Alex.
Alex is so different from me; it makes no sense that we’re drawn to each other. He’s rugged heat and I’m pale softness. He’s social, strong, and driven. I’m a homebody, quiet and comfortable with my status quo. But he has sparked a yearning in me, and with just one kiss I know that things have shifted between us. Time will tell if that shift is going to come back to bite me in the ass or not.
A bowl of ice cream serves as dinner, and I spend several hours trying to distract myself from thinking exclusively of Alex. But even back-to-back Marvel movies can’t keep him from my thoughts entirely. Instead, I find myself comparing Alex to Thor. When I realize my sexy swimmer guy might actually turn me on more than Chris Hemsworth, that’s when I know I’ve got it bad.
Sleep doesn’t come easily to me that night, and the next morning when I wake, I’m tangled in my sheets, sweaty and flustered. The reason for all of this? One scandalous dream about the hottest Brit in Manhattan.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe into my empty room. Even in dreams, that man has the ability to rev my libido high enough that I’m on edge, desperate for a release.
Opening the drawer in the bottom of my side table, I pull out my magic bullet, affectionately nicknamed BOB. He’s served me well over the years, but somehow, I just know he’ll be a pathetic substitute for Alex’s touch. Doesn’t matter, since the real thing is not an option right now. I slide my hand under the sheet, and the second I touch my vibrator to my clit, my back arches and I moan.
“Fucking hell, Alex.”
His name flies out of my mouth without a second thought. Not that I’m even going to try and deny it’s his face I’m picturing right now. It’s his fingers I’m imagining sliding between my folds, his lips I’m wishing were touching my body.
Seconds later, I detonate. My body convulses with the force of my orgasm, and I come with his name on my lips again.
As I’m lying in my bed, my eyes closed as I come down from the high, there’s a knock on my door. I’m clueless as to who it could be and given my current state, I debate ignoring it.
“Savannah? It’s me, are you home?” A familiar British accent comes through the door. My eyes fly open. What in theactual fuckis he doing here?
I leap out of bed, take a brief glance in the mirror and groan at the sight. My hair is a mess, pieces of it still stuck to my damp forehead. My skin is flushed, and my eyes are wild. Not to mention the fact that I’m wearing rubber ducky pajama pants and a yellow tank top. With no bra. Not exactly an attractive look.
There’s another knock.
“Savannah, I heard a groan, are you alright, love?”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I have to answer the door.
“Umm, just a minute,” I call out as I frantically search the floor for a sweater or something to cover my embarrassingly erect nipples. Grabbing an ‘I heart NY’ hoodie, I toss it on before dashing into my bathroom to take a swig of mouthwash and spit it out. Satisfied that at least I won’t kill him with my morning breath and my boobs are not on display, I go to my door and take a big breath in and out before I open it.
Good God, he’s really here. Standing in my doorway, in his suit pants and shirt with the sleeves rolled up, looking like pure heaven and holding out a cup of coffee and paper bag. His eyes widen as he takes in my appearance, and I pray to all the fandoms in the universe and beyond that he can’t tell I was just masturbating to thoughts of him.
“Morning. When you weren’t at the pool, I figured you may have overslept, so I brought you breakfast. Thought you might enjoy a ride to the office together today.”
I swoon a little at the hopeful grin on his face, then take the cup of coffee greedily and take a sip. It’s perfect, exactly the way I would fix it.How did he know?
I take another sip of the sweet nectar of the gods before I realize I haven’t said a single word to him yet.
“Oh. Right. Sorry, I mean, thank you. I mean, I can’t. I don’t.” I wince and let out a huff of air. “Words are hard.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Thank you for the coffee, Alex. And yes, I overslept. But I’m not going to the DC offices today, I have to go to another job.”
There, I managed to say all of that without making any more of a fool of myself. Geez. One kiss and the guy has me tongue-tied. It feels weird that we’re still standing in my doorway, so I take a step back and gesture for him to come in.
But Alex Devlin standing in my apartment, looking so perfect, while I’m here in my jammies does not seem any less weird.
