Page 52 of Aftershock
I. Need. Him.
Sounds of pleasure claw up my throat. The hotter I get, the harder it is to fight them. I try anyway, clamping my teeth on my bottom lip as I rub myself.
My hot breath soaks through the fabric of his boxers, warming my face.
My chest hitches. My stomach tightens as I’m about to climax.
My eyes squeeze shut.
I’m there, fuck.
Right.
There.
Good girl.
The memory of his growly praise sends me straight into bliss.
An orgasm nearly as strong as the one Alaric gave me pulses through my body. It steals my breath, my heartbeats, my sanity.
I keep stroking myself, riding it out until the air seeps back into my lungs. When I can finally think again, I open my eyes, leaning more of my weight against the wall.
Removing his boxers from my face is torture.
It won’t be long before I have the real thing, though.
One more press of my ear to the door before I go. Just to make sure he’s okay.
I can’t hear words, only the low cadence of his voice, that masculine, authoritativemmm, mmm, mmmas the wall swallows the sound.
It’s enough. Whatever he’s doing in there, it’s safe.
He’s safe.
Now, I can leave.
10
LILITH
“Lil.” From her place on the couch, Hope glances over her shoulder as soon as I step inside. “There you are.”
She’s already in gray loungewear, her hair damp and piled on top of her head in a messy bun. After the day I’ve had, I can’t wait to shower and change into something comfortable too.
“Here I am.” Despite being exhausted, I offer her a smile as I push my hood off my head. “What’s up?”
“Apparently, your hair.” She puts her book on the coffee table and walks toward me.
“What about it?” I pat a hand over the knot in the back of my head and groan.
It isn’t mildly ruined like I thought back at Alaric’s. This thing is barely a bun at this point, not to mention the way my hair is puffed out around my head.
At least I’m home and not at work. One by one, I start pulling out the bobby pins and the hair tie, shoving them into my hoodie pocket.
Hope watches me, her eyes narrowing, then opening wide. “You two hooked up.”
“Nope.”
