Flicking her clit with my thumb, Skye threw her head back not even wincing as it collided with the tiles while her walls clamped down around my fingers, her orgasm taking over. Slowing down but not stopping, I leaned forward and captured her lips with a kiss, stealing her breath.
When Skye reached down and grabbed my wrist, holding it steady I knew she’d had enough. Withdrawing my fingers, I casually brushed them over her still pulsating clit causing her to shudder before bringing them to my lips and tasting her.
“You like that too much,” Skye said with a shake of her head.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I? You’re delicious. The perfect snack even.”
“Well enjoy it, because after that… that…”
“That incredible orgasm that just rocked your world?” I offered helpfully.
“Okay. Sure. Let’s go with that. I’m outta action for a while,” Skye confirmed, grabbing the body wash and pouring a dollop into her palm.
“And when you say a while…?” I left my question hanging.
“I mean, I need sleep, food, and a break before I climb back on the horse again, so to speak.”
“Sounds fair. I’ll give you an hour. Now, are you going to let me finish washing your hair or are you going to distract me again with your perky tits and pretty pussy?”
Skye finished up in the shower before me and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her before disappearing. Turning the water to cold, I washed off and climbed out, unable to wipe the smile from my face.
Dripping all over the floor, I called out to Skye, “Feel like Chinese for dinner?”
“Yep. But I want beef with broccoli,” she replied and I tried not to gag. What sort of person voluntarily ate little trees? Freaks, that’s who.
An hour and half later and we were sitting on my bed, the room still smelling like sex despite Skye’s insistence we change the sheets, eating takeout straight from the box. I should’ve been concentrating on my mee krob and chicken satay with extra peanut sauce but I couldn’t drag my eyes off her. She wasn’t trying to be sexy, she just was. It oozed from her every pore. Even the smudge of sauce above her lip didn’t make her any less fuckable. Sitting in the center of my bed with her damp hair piled up in a messy top knot, wearing one of my ratty old t-shirts she’d helped herself to, and a pair of black boy-legged panties—that for some reason I found even more sexy than the lacy little thong I’d peeled from her body hours earlier—I couldn't’ stop staring.
“So,” I began as she shoved another forkful of noodles into her mouth. “I have news about Jeremy.”
I chose my words carefully. It didn’t feel right to bring up Cassidy’s name while we were sitting in my bed.
“Okay. Tell me,” Skye instructed as she set her dinner aside and focused on what I was saying.
Telling Skye what I knew, even leaving out some of the harder details, wasn’t easy. She was smart as a whip and picked up things quickly but I didn’t want to taint her with some of the nastier details Dickson had found.
“So what do we do now?” she asked, looking to me with wide eyes for answers.
“Dickson, has put a call in to a buddy of his in Atlanta. We’re just waiting for him to come back to us before I figure out what my next move is.”
“You mean our next move?”
“Yeah, our next move.”
Collecting the forgotten dinner containers, I set them down on the bedside table and lay down, settling my hands behind my head. I was stuffed. Between all the sex and the heavy conversations, I needed sleep.
“When do you work again?” Skye asked, bouncing up on her knees.
“Tomorrow night. I’ve got three night shifts in a row, then four days off.”
“Sounds like you’re looking forward to it.”
“I am. Night shift kicks my ass.”
“I can imagine. Well, I guess you should get some rest then.”
“I should.”
Skye looked nervous. Like she didn’t know what to do or where to look, something I didn’t like. Right now, even after an afternoon of hot sex, I wasn’t convinced she wasn’t going to run as soon as the light went off.
