“Uh-huh,” I respond, my voice jerking.
“I don’t know, Pais, it’s hard to explain. Maybe if I could say it to your face?—”
The handle on the door moves.
“No,” I bark.
Klein doesn’t let up. The man does not even pause. I don’t believe he entertained a single thought about stopping.
“Okay, okay.” Shane sighs. “Are you having a hard time, too? Seeing me?”
Klein inserts a finger, relentlessly lapping at me. My hips buck. A scream ofYes!sticks in my throat.
“Sorry”—eyes on the ceiling as I squirm—“Shane. We’re not on the same page.”
“Is it him? Is that what this is about?”
My hands run through Klein’s hair, nails scraping over his scalp. My blood is flowing to that one central point, the pleasure building on itself.
“It’s not about him,” I ground out, forcing the words. Pretty soon I will no longer have the ability to speak. “It’s. About. You.”
“Ouch,” Shane says, but it barely registers.
With his free hand splayed on my stomach, Klein holds me still as I fall apart. I shake. I convulse. I lose myself to the moment, to Klein. Sure, it’s his mouth doing the work, but so much of what he’s done for me so far this week has been emotional. It takes an already great orgasm and amplifies it, sending the high all the way to the tips of my toes.
“Yes,” I call out, slapping a hand over my mouth. Klein pulls back, grinning at me, lips glistening.
“What? Yes what?” Shane asks.
Klein’s face presses against my sex, and he chuckles into me. Why is that hotter than hot?
“Nothing,” I call out, my voice returning to somewhere closer to normal. “I’m hopping in the shower now, so, uh, bye. Nice chatting with you.” I make a face at Klein, silently sayingI don’t know what to say, but that probably wasn’t it.
He laughs and goes to sit on the bed.
Shane doesn’t say anything else. I assume he’s gone. I don’t know, and I don’t care.
“You,” I say to Klein, stalking toward him. “You are a very naughty man.”
He falls back on the bed and holds out his arms for me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Lifting his hips, I make quick work of his shorts. Wearing only my tank top from the spa, I settle onto him.
He grips my hips, pushing me down until I’m full. “There you go.” He rocks my hips back and forth. “Right where you belong.”
It is. It really is.
CHAPTER 38
Klein
Tonight at dinner,Paisley’s mom snapped a photo of me and Paisley. My elbow is propped on the table, my body turned into Paisley. She’s pressed into me, eyes closed, a hand cupping her mouth that doesn’t at all hide the way her laughter tugs up her cheeks. I’m smiling down at her.
Afterwards, when Paisley had gone to help Lausanne serve strawberry shortcake, Robyn asked me for my number and sent me the photo.
I made it my backdrop.
