“I don’t—I…”
“Don’t overthink it. A yes or no will do. Would you want to run?”
A long silent minute stretches between us. I’m in no rush for the answer. The steam from the bath curls the ends of her hair.
“No,” she says finally. “I wouldn’t run.”
Looking at those soft, pouty lips of hers, I know my cock isn’t gonna cool it unless I drain the pipes. “And what if I touch myself? You being here, looking at me like you do, it would help. But I won’t do a damn thing without your permission.”
Her eyes drift down to my cock and then back to my eyes. “This doesn’t feel like us going slow.”
“You’re the one who crashed my bath, the one who’s still here. You don’t want to be here, I’ll never force you, sweetheart. But it feels more like I can breathe with you here.”
“Then, don’t stop.”
The words go straight to my cock, and I wrap my hand around myself under the water, slow and careful. My ribs stab when I move, but the pleasure burns hotter than the pain. Isla’s gaze follows the movement of my forearm beneath the surface, her pupils wide.
Her eyes return to mine. “Garrett.” Her voice is thick.
“Feels better with you here,” I admit.
Her cheeks go even pinker. “Does it help…when someone kisses you?”
Jesus Christ. My cock pulses in my hand. “Yeah.” The word comes out raspier than I expected. “Helps a fucking lot.”
She leans forward before I can say more, and her lips touch mine, soft and uncertain.
And I’m sure the world tilts.
The kiss deepens, her hand bracing on the side of the tub. I slide my bandaged hand up her jaw, my thumb brushing her cheek. Her mouth opens on a soft sigh that almost undoes me.
“Fuck, Isla. You’re unreal.” While the stroking of my cock speeds up, the kiss remains slow.
Pleasure is rising fast, sharper than the ache in my ribs.
I ease the grip on my cock, because something tells me she’ll stop kissing me the moment I come. But the feeling that I’m gonna come soon doesn’t fade.
She sighs against my mouth; I inhale her breath. Our lips brush, the barest whisper of contact, and the world stills. Her softness strengthens my hunger. She makes a startled sound when my tongue touches hers. I change the angle just a little, ribs screaming but pleasure burning.
The kiss deepens, but no parts of us touch beyond our mouths and the brush of my fingertips on her cheek.
When she pulls back for half a second, like she’s still checking if this is real, I follow her. Because I need the taste of her like I need air.
All my intimate relations have been with men. I’ve never kissed a woman, let alone brought myself to orgasm with one. I like the newness and novelty of it and that Isla is the first, and possibly only, woman I’ll get to experience this with.
I break the kiss with a gasp. “I’m close.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Those words undo me, and with barely a sound, I come hard in the water, the pleasure of it ripping through me. My breath shudders as the release drains all the tension from my body.
But instead of pulling away, Isla leans in, pressing her forehead to mine. Keeping me steady until the tremors fade.
I close my eyes. “You’re gonna destroy me.”
“I barely did a thing.”
“You kissed me. That was everything.”
