Page 39 of Diving In
She sits up and reaches back to unclasp it, throwing it to the side and then pulling her shorts off.Yep, I’m so screwed.Her nipples are dark pink against her skin, and I’m desperate to touch them. My hands start a gentle journey along her collarbones, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I break away from the kiss to look down as her chest heaves beneath me; I run my fingers further down and palm her breasts. They fit so perfectly in my hands. I run my fingers around her nipples and watch them harden.
She hisses in a breath. “God, Sam, do that again.”
“Because you asked so nicely.” I lean down and capture her lips again as my hands continue their journey. I feel like I’m drowning in her, but also like I can’t get enough.
A few minutes later when I feel like I’m about to burst I pull back.
“We have to stop.” I pepper kisses onto her cheeks.
“Ugh, why?” she whines, reaching up to pull me back down to her.
Looking down at her splayed out beneath me, cheeks and chest flushed, hair falling across the pillow, I hate myself for stopping. But it’s the right thing to do.
“Because tonight is kissing only, and if we keep going, this is definitely going to escalate.”
“Maybe I want it to escalate.” She reaches towards me.
“Kath,” I warn her, grabbing her hand. “Remember rule one.”
“Yes.” She flops back onto the bed. “Taking things slowly. You win. Fine. Can you pass me a T-shirt? One of your swimming ones.”
I open the drawer and pull out one of the county swimming tops, throwing it to her. I need to get out of this room. Away from temptation.
“I’m just going to go for a quick shower,” I tell her.
“Why?” She looks at me in confusion. “You literally just showered at swimming.”
I gesture down, turning red.
“Oh right,” she says, taking in my discomfort. “Err, OK, go and sort yourself out. Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll come brush my teeth.”
When I return to the room, she’s set up the futon on the floor and has picked out a book to read. Part of me’s annoyed that she’s put a shirt on. But another part of me knows I wouldn’t be able to cope with any more topless Kath.
“All sorted?”
I blush again. “Yep.”
“I could’ve given you a hand.” She winks at me and then disappears down the corridor to the bathroom before I can formulate a response.
I flop back in bed. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m royally, royally screwed. And I have no one to blame but myself. Well, myself and Kath.
When she comes back into the room I pull down the covers and pat the bed.
“For the purpose of these few weeks, I want to share,” I tell her.
“Seriously? Don’t you think it will make things weirder?”
“No.”
She gives me a long look before climbing off the floor and into the bed. We roll to face each other.
“That was pretty fun.” She brushes a lock of hair off my forehead. I have to fight not to lean into her touch.
“It was intense,” I say. Because it was. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life, and I’ve raced in arenas in front of thousands of people.
“You’re pretty amazing,” she tells me.
“Well, you're exceptional.”
