I lean forward to get a closer look. A quick peek over my shoulder tells me Liv has also realized what she keeps in this bag and that I have just seen it. Eyes wide, a faint blush painting her cheeks, she doesn’t look away. Turning my attention back to the toiletries bag, I swallow, grabbing the tube of Neosporin and a Band-Aid. I suck in a deep breath through my nose—a sorry attempt at calming my now-thundering pulse.
Bad idea. The bathroom smells of her perfume and lotion. The intoxicating scent overwhelms me, and now—with what I just found—I’m so fucking hard I can’t even think straight.
Grandma. Puppies. Baseball.
Clearing my throat and feigning nonchalance, I walk out and crouch down in front of Liv, opening the Band-Aid and squeezing a small dollop of ointment on it. It’s hardly bleeding anymore, and probably doesn’t need the bandage at all, but now all I can think about is touching her. I grasp her hand gently and wrap the Band-Aid around her finger.
Pressing and smoothing the bandage into place, I meet her gaze. “There you go. Don’t think we’ll need to amputate or anything.” My hand lingers around hers. I don’t want to let go.
“Thanks,” she says, voice husky.
We both know what I saw.
“You keep some… interesting things in that toiletries bag,” I tease. The corners of my mouth curve.
Liv’s lips part, then close. She smirks. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkle with challenge, as if deciding there’s no point in denyingit. Pulse pumping under my thumb, which is now moving in lazy circles on her skin, her eyes flick to the bathroom and then back to me.
“You were supposed to be looking for a Band-Aid.”
“I was. Found one. See?” I hold her hand up for good measure. “I just… also stumbled across other things. Things that, you know, I may or may not be interested in knowing more about.”
Narrowing her eyes, she cocks her head to the side. “What exactly do you want to know? Are you unsure of how it works?”
“I know how it works.” I release her hand and lay my palms flat on her thighs, running my hands up to the hem of her shorts. Her intake of breath tells me she likes what I’m doing,
“Then what?” Liv fixes her stare on my hands, where my fingers are gently squeezing the muscle, kneading and massaging.
I imagine her then, lying right here on the bed, all alone, body writhing with pleasure. I want my name to be on her lips in those moments. Her eyes meet mine, intensity flaring within them. She lifts her eyebrows, waiting for me to answer her.
She may reject me. She may not be ready to trust me with something like this. I steel myself against that possibility.
“I want to know what you look like when you make yourself come. But I don’t just want to watch you, I want to touch you while you do it, so that from this moment forward, every time you use that vibrator in there, you think of me.”
She releases a breath as her eyes fall closed, mouth slightly parted.
“Would you do that for me?” My heart is racing so fast I fear it’ll explode out of my chest.
With a slow lift of her lashes, she focuses on me with a lust-fueled stare. “Yes.”
One simple word, and my heart is even more erratic. I’m hard as a rock. There’s no hiding it now.
Sweet relief floods my veins. That settles that. I tip forward, grab her face, and kiss her hard.
Breaking our kiss, I walk to the bathroom and unzip her toiletries bag again, returning this time with the little pink vibrator. I make my way to the armchair in the corner, out of view from the patio doors, and place the vibrator down on the arm of the chair.
Pulling off my shirt, I drop it to the side of the chair.
“Come here, beautiful.”
Liv stands, eyes flicking to the open curtains of the glass doors that lead to the patio, stopping in front of me. I grab the hem of her shirt, and she lifts her arms so I can pull it over her head. She watches me as I unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs, my hands caressing her silky skin on the way back up. Liv’s hand finds my hair, threading her fingers through.
I slip out of my shorts next, leaving us both in nothing but our underwear.
“You’re a walking fantasy.” And she is, in her lacy purple bra and matching underwear.
The blush I’ve come to look forward to creeps up her neck, flooding her cheeks with a rosy color. I grip her hips and pull her into me.
She drags her teeth along her bottom lip and runs her hands up my back.
