A steady thrum grew between my legs, and I rubbed them together as if acting like a cricket would make me less horny.
“Can’t sleep again?” His deep voice so close to me didn’t help. “And here I thought I was a good luck charm.”
“No, it’s not that. Can’t get warm,” I lied, embarrassed I was almost caught. I flipped so my back was to him.
“I can turn the heat up.”
I would roast. “No, it’s fine. Baby hormones. I’m running hot and then cold.”
I curled in on myself. The way his smile lit up my entire day. His avid interest when I was studying a rock. He even inspected the claystone and shale like it was a valuable jewel. The computer nerd was athletic. He asked what to look for and scaled the steeper part of the trail. Once, he’d found two agates, and he’d traversed the trail a second time to return them.
Squeezing my legs together, I crossed my arms and grazed my sensitive nipples.
“Still cold?” he asked.
“I’m sure it’ll pass.” I hadn’t masturbated in a long time, but I might have to now. Not in this bed. Not next to him. I had some dignity, but I needed a release. I’d never been this horny. It was relentless. Was it the dry spell?
“Here, take my blankets.” The covers rustled.
Hot and turned on would be worse. “Thanks, but I’ll just run some water over my hands or something.” I dropped out of bed and scurried to the bathroom.
Closing the door, I left the light off. I flipped on the cold water and stuck my hands under the stream. It helped for all of three seconds until I thought of going back out there to Van in my bed.
I splashed water on my face. Again, only a temporary reprieve. The neediness roared back, along with the undeniable urge to do something about it. I could. Right here. Van wouldn’t know.
It seemed wrong, like an invasion of his privacy. I shook my hands and paced the two steps between the toilet and the door. The humidity from his shower hung in the air, wrapping around me like a seductive whisper. Yep, I had to get myself off if I wanted any rest tonight.
How did I do this? Sit on the toilet? Take another shower?
Ugh. I stopped and tipped my head back. I could not fail masturbating.
Waves of lust rippled under my skin, from my full breasts down my abdomen, and kissed over my pussy.
Could it just go away?
And what? Crawl back between the sheets with Van and get worked up like a horny teen? I wasn’t ever this hot and bothered during those years.
A quick orgasm and I could sleep. Van wouldn’t know. How could he?
I leaned against the edge of the counter. Palming a breast, I swallowed a groan. They’d never been this sensitive. Pregnancy was wild.
I slipped my other hand between my belly and pajama pants. My top kept catching, so I whipped it off and dropped it on his shaving kit. Tunneling deeper into my pajama bottoms, I reached my drenched clit. I’d never been this wet either. A shiver rolled over me as I circled the tight nub, and a small moan slipped out.
“Everything okay?” Van called.
“Yeah! Sorry.” My eyelids fluttered. The last thing I thought to pack was a vibrator. I thought what had happened in Vegas and the baby had put a damper on my libido, but it was just tired of being shut down. Van’s presence had been gasoline. This trip was the match.
I was a lone bonfire in the middle of nowhere.
Shifting, I tried to open myself up more. My legs were too close together. I spread my feet apart, but they started to slide. Did I put one up on the toilet? On the counter? That might stretch my pajama bottoms too tight for my hand to maneuver.
I tried to prop a thigh on the counter. It slipped right off, and a little oomph left me when my foot hit the floor. I kept my hand between my legs, keeping pressure on my clit. Flashes of Van passed through my mind—Van standing in front of the window, Van towering over me right before he kissed me, and Van on the trail with me, smiling because I was enjoying myself. Desire hummed, and I continued stroking myself while trying to find purchase.
My foot hit the toilet lid, but it was farther away than I thought. It dropped off and caught me off-balance. I teetered to the side, and my ass slid along the edge. I got a squeak out before my shoulder hit the light switches with a thump.
“Ack!” My shoulder stung, and I flailed at the wall to push myself off without sliding down.
The door opened, and horror flooded me, but still didn’t douse the desire.
