Page 22 of Unraveled

The instant my gaze feasted on her nude body, I forgot everything else.

She quirked her head to the side. “I thought I’d skip the wine.”

“I can’t say I mind. At all.”

“Good.” She didn’t hesitate but grabbed my soap, squirted the liquid into her hands, and rubbed it on my chest.

My eyes closed from the sensation of her hands massaging my skin.

“You seemed stressed about running late.”

I took a deep breath. “I was thinking about the limited amount of time I have to see you before you leave for the Peace Corps.”

My newest guess made her laugh. “I don’t have a clue how one joins the Peace Corps, let alone what they actually do. Probably means I’m not the type of person who’d join. As for the time spent with me, we’re spending it together now.”

Her hands worked their way down until she was grabbing my semi-erect shaft. She ran her soaped hands up and down in a delicious motion that made me grow larger in her talented hands.

“I wanted the perfect dinner for you.”

“It’s sweet you wanted everything that way, but perfection is overrated, not to mention unachievable.”

Yes, it was. This beautiful creature had walked into my life, giving me a glimpse of something for which I hadn’t known I wished, only to walk out of it again in four days. Not perfect at all. Just the thought had me anxious to touch her.

My lips crashed down on hers. Tasting her made me desperate to be inside of her—as if I hadn’t just been with her last night.

She seemed to feel the same urgency, raking her nails along my biceps and deepening our kiss.

Lifting her up against the shower shelf, I had to resist the urge to thrust into her in one move.

Clearly sensing my desire, she spoke. “We can’t. Not without a condom.”

My forehead touched hers. “I know. Not that I’m not clean.” What was I saying? Under no circumstances should I be thinking about going bare.

“I’m clean, too, but I’m not on the pill. And we’ve—”

I kissed her neck. “Only known each other a couple of days.”

“Exactly.”

We rinsed but didn’t bother to dry off before heading to the bedroom, her body wrapped around mine. My heart felt as if it would explode. I couldn’t quit touching her. Couldn’t get enough of her. There might as well have been a countdown clock above the bed. We were greedy for one another and desperate for more time. But this had to do. Having thoughts about this becoming more was dangerous. She was leaving on Friday. I kept reminding myself of this fact, yet I didn’t want to dwell on it. Didn’t want to think of the hole that would be left with her absence. It was ridiculous I was so utterly consumed by her after only a few days, but it was true.

Her long, sexy moan when I put her on her feet and penetrated her with my fingers nearly broke me. I was beyond ready to flip her on the bed and sink into her in one thrust. But I didn’t. This was more than physical gratification.

My hand reached for a condom in the nightstand. Furiously, I freed it from the wrapper and slid it down my rock-hard cock.

Her hungry eyes watched my every movement.

I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I wanted her the way we’d almost been in the shower, so I backed her against the wall to duplicate our position. After allowing her to align us, I thrust up, slowly at first and then all the way to the hilt.

My mouth devoured hers in a kiss that couldn’t scratch the surface of how I wished I could express my emotions. All of my pent-up feelings were manifesting themselves in carnal form.

With a thud, her head smacked against the wall. She didn’t seem to care. Her fingernails raked over my shoulders. She was getting close. I’d learned her body, her tells and the hidden clues as to what got her off. Readjusting my angle so I was hitting the spot I’d come to know well over the last couple of days, I brought her toward climax.

“Yes. Please, yes.” Her words were music to my ears, pushing me to go faster. Harder. Taking her over the edge, where I reveled in the sounds filling the room, those of her orgasm, followed by mine.

While we caught our breath, we stayed joined, with me supporting her weight against the wall. Finally, I eased out of her and set her on her feet.

“Be right back,” I murmured after giving her a quick kiss. Not only did I need to dispose of the condom, but I also needed a moment. A moment to gather my senses. I was in too deep and needed to pull back some so I didn’t spoil our last couple days together.