Surrender washes over his entire body, and in a flash, I’m flipped around, and he presses my chest into the tiles. He pulls me closer, my back flush to his front, our wet clothes an aggravating barrier between the two.
One hand keeps its grip on my throat while the other traces a teasing line from my breasts to my leggings’ waistband. He slipsinside easily and dives right beneath my underwear, causing me to I shiver. His fingers find my clit, and I buck against him. A guttural moan sounds against my back, as if he’s in pain at what he finds.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispers. “That all for me?”
I clamp my mouth shut. He knows damn well it is, and I can feel his smile against my cheek.
“That’s okay,” he says. “You don’t have to say it. I know it is. For yourcoach.” He pinches my clit and I whimper.
“Please,” I gasp as he rolls it between his fingers.
“Please what?”
God, I don’t even know at this point. I just know I needmore.
“Keep going,” I beg and latch onto his forearm. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t complain. It almost spurs him on.
His fingers dip down toward my entrance, and he thrusts one in, pumping shallowly in a steady rhythm. The hand around my neck keeps its firm grip, and he grinds into my back, completely overwhelming me. I can feel the evidence of his arousal through the layers between us, and my hands itch to touch him. His hold is all-consuming, almost as if he’s scared I’m going to try to run away.
Away from this, from him. But there’s no going back for me. I want it more than my next breath, and I’m not going anywhere.
“I can take more,” I tell him as he continues to thrust only one finger.
His teeth nip my ear, and I shudder. “I’ll tell you what you can take.” But he adds a second and pushes deeper before curling them and hitting a spot that buckles my knees. I would collapse to the shower floor if it wasn’t for his hold.
Our clothes are completely soaked as the shower continues to rain over us, but he doesn’t stop to turn it off or strip us. Instead, he adds a third finger, and I slam my forehead against the tile, eyes shutting as pleasure wracks through my body at the stretch.
“That’s it,” he grits, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Take my fingers and don’t fucking stop.”
I ride his hand and reach behind me to grab onto whatever part of him I can. His hat falls to the floor, and I tangle my fingers in his wet hair, pulling at the strands in desperation.
“I’m almost there,” I gasp as his thumb flicks my clit in maddening synchronicity with his fingers still plunging into me.
His chest rumbles against my back, and his teeth clamp into the hollow between my neck and shoulder. I cry out at the sharp jolt it sends through my body and to my core.
“Luke,” I whimper, so fucking close I can taste it. Just one more swipe of his thumb and I’ll?—
Suddenly, water falls down my back, and the hand that was once between my legs is gone, replaced with an aching frustration and devastating chill. My clit throbs at the brutal way it was left on edge, and I whip around.
Luke is halfway out of the shower stall, chest heaving, fists clenched, staring at the floor as if he wished it would crack open and swallow him whole.
As if hearing his name on my lips, so close to the edge of damning us both, snapped him out of it.
“Luke,” I say, refusing to call him Coach at this moment. “What just?—”
He holds his hands up, shaking his head, as he takes a few slow steps backwards. Each bit of distance he creates sends my heart sinking further and further. When he finally flicks his eyes to mine, I just about shatter at the tortured look in them.
“I—” He bites his knuckle then throws his head back with an agonized groan. “I can’t have this. Can’t have you. You make me feel something when I’ve spent so long feeling nothing, and yet, I can’t fucking have you.”
I inch forward. “You can have me. You do.”
He shakes his head at me, a silent plea not to say anything more. Then he turns and stalks out of the locker room, leaving me under the cold, relentless stream of the shower.
26
Luke
I’ve fully lost my fucking mind. What was I thinking, following Lennon into that shower Sunday morning? Clearly thinking with the wrong head…
