“That should have been our first kiss,” he said against my lips. He stepped away as he reached behind me and opened the bathroom door.
Dizziness swept over me, and I stepped to the side, giving him room to escape. I didn’t snap out of my daze until he closed the bathroom door between us.
And then, I breathed out, wondering what the hell just happened.
Chapter 12
Oliver
Iwalked into the bathroom breathless from that kiss.
I was a little surprised that she didn’t slap me. I was even more surprised when she kissed me back.
I took her by surprise, I knew that, but she responded to me better than I ever could’ve hoped. As insane as she made me, I was finding it harder and harder to resist her. That kiss told me that she was developing feelings for me, despite everything standing between us.
It was a damn good kiss. Probably the best I’d ever had, which only made me think lewd thoughts about what pressing for more would be like.
I stripped down and stepped into the shower, still unable to think about anything other than that kiss. The more I thought about it, the further my imagination took it. I found myself wishing that I hadn’t stopped where I did. I should have picked her up against me. I should have touched her, kissed every inch of her skin until she was begging me to take her. Just thinking about it had my cock rock hard and standing at attention.
I placed my left hand against the wall in front of me to support my weight, and I wrapped my right hand around myaching cock. I jerked my dick, the image of her naked body before me, and her soft, sweet lips on mine.
As I pushed myself closer to my release, I enhanced the image. I imagined lying her down and taking my place on top of her. I thought about how perfect her body was, how her tits would feel in the palms of my hands. I imagined burying my face between them, kissing over her mounds to her hardened peaks. I imagined the sounds she’d make when I sucked her sensitive nipples into my mouth.
My hand tightened on my shaft as I worked myself from base to tip. As my thoughts got dirtier, my strokes became quicker. I imagined watching my cock as I sank into her heat and my orgasm began to build. I pushed deeper and deeper, hearing the sounds of her moans echo through my head like they were bouncing off the walls around me. When I couldn’t hold it back anymore, I let go. My orgasm washed through me hot, fast, and strong. I rode out every wave as I emptied myself into the shower floor until I didn’t have another drop to give.
My heart was pounding against my chest, and my lungs were heaving for air by the time I finished. I took care of the problem our kiss caused, but I didn’t cure myself of the sickness I’d been suffering from.
I wanted her more than before.
I washed up and climbed out of the shower. When I entered the room, I found her in bed, completely still and practically drowning in blankets and pillows. I climbed into the empty bed and listened to her deep, even breathing, not knowing what the following day would bring or what kind of relationship we’d have after that life-altering kiss.
I woke with the worst stomach cramp I’d ever had in my life. I felt like I was going to puke and shit myself at the same time. I threw the blankets back and rushed toward the bathroom, where I fought for my life for two solid hours, going back and forth between lying on the floor and sitting on the toilet while hugging the trash can. I knew it wasn’t the flu, and I didn’t have anything to drink the day before, so it wasn’t a hangover. I had food poisoning from the diner’s meatloaf.
I lost track of time as I moved in and out of consciousness.
“Are you OK in there?” Crash asked through the bathroom door.
“Yeah,” I groaned, barely able to lift my head. I was totally exhausted and felt an inch away from death.
“You’ve been in there for hours.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t have the strength to.
“I’m coming in.”
I thought I locked the door, but somehow, she got it open. The next thing I knew, she was on her knees in front of me, running her fingers through my hair. “You’re sick.”
“I’m dying,” I replied, unable to move or even open my eyes.
“You’re burning up.” She pulled away, and then I heard water running. A moment later, she was back, putting the cool rag on my forehead.
I had been shivering for hours, leaving every muscle sore.
“Come on. Let’s get you in bed.”
I don’t know how she managed, but she helped me to my feet and led me to my bed. I lay down, curled up in a ball, and she covered me up.
After that, I was out.
