Blinking up at him through a few droplets still clinging to my lashes, I nod slowly.
“Like you could do any better,” I croak.
His warm hand cups the back of mine between my legs, then he coaxes my fingers out of myself.
I keep one hand braced against the edge of the bath to hold myself up and continue to stare directly into his eyes as he finally touches me.
Thick, rough fingertips slide over my clit and my hips jolt upward. He strokes down to my entrance and I gasp, lifting my chin but still unable to look away from his constant gaze.
Eye to eye, he holds me in place with just that look as he slips a single finger inside me.
“Oh!” Pleasure surges through me like his touch has ignited a fire in my veins.
My core clenches and my head tips back so I’m looking at him through my lashes.
He slides that finger deep inside me once, then twice.
Gentle, slow strokes that send my heart racing faster and faster.
I can barely breathe.
Just as I part my lips to taunt him again, Falco curls his finger and touches something inside me that makes me lose all control.
Heat surges through my body, my cheeks flush hot and rosy, and my core clenches as that explosion of sudden pleasure inside me drags me over the crest of my orgasm.
I come with a cry and latch onto his shoulder with my hand, struggling to keep myself supported while pleasure quakes through me from head to toe.
Falco doesn’t look away.
He keeps his finger inside me, massaging that intensely pleasurable spot in circles until my eyes roll back in my head and I give myself over to the pleasure.
Holy. Shit.
Sleep comes swiftly after Falco tucks me up into the single bed.
I can’t find the words to say anything to him and I’m fast asleep before I can even finish my thoughts about what happened in the bathroom.
Was it a dream?
There’s no way that really happened, right?
Doubt swirls around my chest as I open my eyes the next morning and gaze through the open door to Falco as he sits at the kitchen table drinking from a steaming mug.
My head throbs with each beat of my heart, so I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts.
I picture Falco’s face being right up at mine, every detail from the swirls of gold and brown in his eyes to the subtle deepening of his laughter lines.
It had to be a dream.
Falco’s made it clear that he can’t stand me, that I’m just part of his job, so there’s no way that could have actually happened.
When I slide my fingers between my tights, the memory of his rough, careful fingers comes back to me like a slap, and my eyes snap open.
It was real.
It actually happened.
After mulling over the sheer insanity of the night before, I slowly get out of bed and dress in the jogging pants and hoodie Falco left at the foot of the bed.
