She imagined how it would feel to stand on tiptoe and press her mouth against his, chewing on his plump pink bottom lip. He’d wrap his arm around her waist and yank her against him, and she’d feel the subtly throbbing ridge of his erection against her hip. She’d wriggle against him, and he’d groan at the friction, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it against hers to mimic how it would feel when he was inside her, hips pumping, driving a breathless whimper from her with every thrust.
Her fingers wandered to her tingling slit, and she parted her folds, running her finger through the slick moisture. She bit her lip and repressed a tiny whimper as her finger found her clit and she circled it gently, imaging Rory above her, inside her, rocking her to the core with every thrust of his—
Bang!
The door to the locker room slammed back against a locker, jolting her from her erotic daydream, and a hot, furious blush rose to her cheeks.
Did he know what she was doing in here? He said she’d called to him with her mind – could he tell that she was touching herself and thinking about him?
“Ivy, are you okay in there? You’re taking a while.” Just the sound of his voice made another flush of embarrassment wash over her.
She snatched her hand away from her pussy and quickly rinsed off.
“I’m fine! I’m coming out now! It was hard to get the smell of smoke out of my hair.”
She reached for the towel draped over the wall of the shower cubicle and wrapped it around herself, tucking it in above her breasts so it would stay in place.
When she stepped out into the locker room, leaving damp footprints on the tile floor, Rory was standing between the lockers and the long bench that ran the length of the room, looking devastatingly handsome. He was wearing a white T-shirt that fitted snugly around his massive biceps and clung to the muscles of his chest and stomach. Dark jeans fitted closely to his powerful thighs and did nothing to hide the impressive size of his cock.
She snatched her gaze away from where it had wandered to, hoping he hadn’t noticed, but there was an intensity in those bright blue eyes that told her he had.
As she walked through the locker room, aware of his eyes on her every step of the way, he slammed his palm against the lockers, stopping her just as she was about to step past him. His other arm came up too, caging her between the lockers and his body, and she turned to face him, looking up into his eyes, the saturated blue of a summer sky and ringed with dark, dense lashes.
Awareness hummed in the air between them, and he stepped closer, lowering his head until his lips were centimeters away from hers. She wondered if he was going to kiss her. The ache between her thighs intensified, along with a sort of restless energy that made her want to press her body against his and twine her arms around his neck and beg him to fuck her.
“You don’t need to hide your arousal from me,” he murmured against her lips. “I can smell it. You want me just as badly as I want you.”
She gave a shuddering sigh, and he stepped back, fisting his hands at his sides as if holding himself back, then turned and strode from the room.
