He canted his hips, changing the angle, and intently rubbed against the spot I’d only been able to find on my own.
I clawed at his back, and my moan turned into a scream. I threw my head back and trusted him to keep me from falling. My orgasm hit swiftly, like slamming into a brick wall of pleasure. There was nowhere to go. There was only him.
Both his arms wrapped around my back, and he hugged me to him with his hips moving even faster and drawing out his pleasure as he expanded inside me, filling the condom and heightening the white-hot blaze of my own climax.
Shuddering and trying to catch my breath, I collapsed against him, resting my head against his shoulder.
“Wow.” I laughed.
His hands tightened on my back. “You’re not kidding.” He chuckled, the sound reverberating against my chest.
Then his muscles tensed, and he ground out, “Fuck.”
20
Hunter
“What?”
Pain shot through my calf like the muscle was trying to be ripped from the bone.
“Are you okay?” Sabrina lifted herself off me.
We both groaned at the loss, but mine was augmented by the stabbing in my leg.
“Cramp.” I slid off the edge of the bath, trying to straighten my leg. “Cramp in my calf.”
Her gaze darted from my face to my leg, some of the tension easing from her stance. “Okay, let’s get you out of the tub.”
She bent to get my pants, soaking wet and trapped around my ankles, off. But the full-on nude view of her did nothing to help with the blood-flow imbalance in my legs.
I gritted my teeth to try to calm myself, when all I wanted to do was collapse onto the bathroom floor and not move until the pain went away.
“Hold onto me and we’ll get you into bed.” She handed me a towel and took my arm.
I looped my arm around her shoulder, wrapped the towel around my waist and hobbled to the bed, trying not to shout.
Still dripping wet, she glowed like a sea enchantress and a torturer when she set my leg onto her nude lap and ground her fingers into my spasming calf muscle. “How’s that?”
I gripped the bed and tried not to yell. “Don’t stop. Push harder.” Clenching my jaw, I stifled my shout when she leaned into it and applied more pressure.
Her fingers moved all around the muscle, kneading and massaging. The sharp pains loosened to no more than a dull ache, and I collapsed back onto the pillows against my headboard.
I was left sweaty and panting. I’d never had a cramp worked out quite like this, although I preferred our workout in the bathroom above anything else I’d ever done in the gym—or anywhere else, for that matter. Even now, her scent invaded my nostrils and relaxed me even more.
She smiled, crawled up the bed on her knees, and fell into my extended arm, which I wrapped around her.
Under my towel, my dick was ready to shake off that embarrassing display for another chance with Sabrina. I’d already had her once but couldn’t stop myself from wanting her all over again. The lavender smell seemed ingrained in her skin, a lingering scent that could’ve been overpowering, but mixed with her own natural smell, it was heady.
Lying beside her, it would be easy to fall asleep. Quick and blissful until I was ripped from sleep in a cold sweat, swinging at ghosts from my past.
The bathtub worked on the worst of the nightmares. I could sleep. I didn’t wake up screaming, but I did wake drenched. It was still too big of a risk to take, sleeping next to her.
I slid out of bed and went back into the bathroom. Looking around, I spotted her clothes and towel. I gathered it all up and brought it back with me into my room.
She was still on top of the blankets with a small smile playing on her lips. Stunning in every sense of the word and there was a rightness I felt in my chest at having her in my bed. But she couldn’t stay there.
After setting her things on the edge of the bed, I shook out the towel and motioned her forward. Swallowing against the tightness in my throat as she crawled toward me, I shoved my hips against the edge of the bed so my erection couldn’t spring up and cause even more trouble.
She sat in front of me on her knees. Full, heavy breasts I couldn’t wait to lick and suck all over again swayed with every move.
I shook my head, trying to beat back those thoughts. If I fell into bed with her, there was no way I wasn’t falling asleep with her in my arms, and that wasn’t possible.
Gently lifting the ends of her hair, I blotted it with the towel to keep it from getting her pajamas wet.
“Well, this is a surprise.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled.
My chest was tight, bracing for what came next. I lifted her shirt up and pulled it down over her head.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” Her smile widened, and my heart ached. This was exactly why I’d been trying to avoid this situation.
“Not completely.” The crank tightened between my ribs.
She popped her arms out of the sleeves, and I grabbed her pajama pants, kneeling on the floor and trapping my dick the best I could. I couldn’t help myself and ran my hands up her legs before getting a grip and pulling her pajama bottoms on as well.
“We had fun tonight.” I shoved down all the other ways I wanted to describe it. How I’d felt things with her I’d never felt with anyone else. How I’d felt things I’d vowed to never let myself feel.
“Yeah, a lot of fun. It was certainly the most vigorous bath I’ve ever taken.” She laughed and lifted her hips off the bed to help me, and I was mouthwateringly tempted to drag them right back down and prop both her legs over my shoulders and feast on her until she ripped half my hair out and was hoarse with screaming my name.
Instead I held onto her waist, not letting my hands sink into her supple flesh like I wanted.
I cleared my throat, the tightness making it hard to breathe. Staring up at her, I was in awe.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, from her breathtaking smile to the mischievous twinkle in her eyes to how she filled out her pajama top. All of me wanted all of her, and that was a huge fucking problem.
“Then we both agree. We had a fun time.”
Her head tilted, and her lips parted. Her tongue darted out to lick them. Could she still taste me too? “We did. What are you trying to say?”
I bowed my head and got my dick under control before standing and kissing her. With the reins tightened on my desire, I kissed her but didn’t let myself plunge headfirst into her taste.
“I’m saying, we don’t need to make this more than it was. It was a mistake.”
Her smile fell, and a soft gasp burst through her lips. She looked at me with stricken eyes.
“I don’t want things to be weird because we’re roommates.” I picked up her things and handed them to her. “I’m going to take a shower, so you can head back to your room. Night, Sabrina.”
Rushing into the bathroom, I closed the door against every instinct I had, which wanted to dive back into the bed and take her with me.
Inside the bathroom, I rested my head against the door and closed my eyes. It didn’t smell like her in here anymore. The scent didn’t wrap itself around me with comfort. But I had to be strong enough not to get involved with her.
In the distance, a door slammed. Her door. I turned on the shower for plausible deniability and grabbed a few towels. With steam filling the bathroom, I went to work on drying the tub, every moment that I wasn’t in bed with Sabrina with my arms wrapped around her a torture. The faint smell was stronger inside the tub, but coupled with all the memories of what we’d just done, it would be even harder to get to sleep, possibly even more impossible than it had felt only a week ago.