Page 38 of Haunt Me, Maybe

“There it is,” he growled, and then made sure to hit that spot over and over while his thumb circled relentlessly on my clit.

My back arched, but there was nowhere to go, not with Wes holding me down. My heart was in overdrive. Even my hips were out of control—they moved on their own, and I couldn’t stop them. Something was coming. I sucked down large lungfuls of air and let them back out in a rush.

Goddess, I was splintering.

I met Wes’s triumphant gaze in the mirror and stared back almost pleadingly. I didn’t recognize my voice when it finally broke. It wasn’t quiet and controlled, like what kept me alive, but raw—torn loose by the pressure building inside me.

“Wes,” I called, as if saying his name would steady me.

It didn’t. Not when his fingers were sliding in and out with ease due to how fucking wet I was. I practically dripped onto his pants, and the sound that made? I was going to be so embarrassed about that later. My magic was blazing now and wound so tight that it hurt.

My skin felt too sensitive. Every place he touched sparked bright and unbearable. I shifted restlessly in his lap, and he pressed down on my clit harder to keep me still.

“Have mercy,” I begged, the words trembling. “Please, Wes. I need⁠—”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. My voice cracked as all thought was lost under a massive growing wave of pleasure. I felt it coming from the tips of my toes and knew the only way to survive it was to hold on and let it crash over me. A scream tore its way from my throat as it crested and broke.

Thoughts fractured, and breathing was impossible until it passed. Aftershocks zinged through my limbs, but even they couldn’t give me the strength to move. My thighs quaked as I sagged against Wes, eyes shut to block out the reality that was slowly creeping back in and bringing with it a whole host of new insecurities.

I couldn’t control my body. My magic was a placid lake compared to how it normally raged, but now it was my self I couldn’t regulate. That had never happened to me before. Out of control powers or not, I’d never felt as untethered as I did right now. My body tried to curl in on itself, like I’d done something wrong by feeling too much.

“No.” Wes’s voice was gentle and right against my ear. “No hiding.” Arms still around me, he moved my panties back into place and fixed my skirt before resting his hands safely on my hips.

I made a small, mortified sound and covered my face so my damn reflection couldn’t laugh at me. “I—I didn’t mean to⁠—”

“I know,” he said, and I felt him adjusting without moving me too much—one hand ran smooth, repetitive passes along my arm.

The motion was almost hypnotic, and it helped to bring me back into my body.

“I know that was a lot,” he acknowledged quietly. “But you did so good for me.” He pressed his forehead lightly to the side of my head and kept talking, like he knew it kept me from devolving into an emotional puddle. “Has anyone ever made you come before?”

I shook my head, and he nuzzled his cheek against mine. “Thank you for trusting me to be your first.”

Embarrassment still prickled hot and sharp when I thought about the way I wantonly made a mess of myself in his lap. While he watched. And the worst part? I fucking liked it.

“I must have looked…” A mess.

His hand kept moving in that slow, continuous pattern, giving me something steady to focus on.

“You looked beautiful and real,” he said, simply. “Your body just learned something new, and that can make you feel…exposed, yeah?”

I nodded, breath still uneven. Like the top of a mountain during the middle of a storm while dodging lightning strikes, kind of exposed. Leaning around my shoulder, his fingers gently gripped my chin and tilted my head so I couldn’t look away.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Not with me.” He pressed a swift kiss to the tip of my nose and set me with another stern look. “And you definitely don’t get to disappear now like that didn’t happen.”

I let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “You’re not going to give me an out, are you?”

“Nope,” he replied, unmistakably pleased. “We’re not going backward.”

That declaration landed heavier than any promise. Wrapping me back in a secure hug, he let his chin rest on my shoulder, our heads side by side. We stayed like that until my body stopped shaking and the world felt solid around me once more. The clear night shone through the window, and the attic chipped in with comforting creaks. Feelings returned to my toes and my thighs, but they felt no stronger than a tub of Jell-O. Was this normal after every orgasm?

I guess I was going to find out. And despite how awkward I felt when it came to my body and its pleasure, I couldn’t wait to learn what came next.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Wes

I didn’t need magic to know something had changed between us. The attic felt different today, like the walls themselves were waiting to see what we’d do about last night. Aven sat cross-legged on the bed, twisting the edge of the blanket between her fingers.